I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So, tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?

Something that simply mystifies me.

My sole inspiration is a telephone call from a director.

Don't hit the person across from you with bits of toast, And don't, when dinner is nearly through, say 'Who's the host' It isn't done.

If you ever feel so happy you land in jail, I'm your bail.

Live and let live, be and let be, Hear and let hear, see and let see. . . . Live and let live and remember this line: 'Your bus'ness is your bus'ness and my bus'ness is mine.'

I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So, tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?