My life will be sour grapes and ashes without you.

You look rather rash my dear your colors don't quite match your face.

I am partial to ladies if they are nice. I suppose it is my nature. I am not quite a gentleman but you would hardly notice it.

We must go for a day in the country and when surrounded by the gay twittering of the birds and the smell of the cows I will lay my suit at her feet and he waved his arm wildly at the gay thought.

My own idea is that these things are as piffle before the wind.

Bernard always had a few prayers in the hall and some whiskey afterwards as he was rather pious.

My life will be sour grapes and ashes without you.