Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.

There was a reason for the cost of those perfectly plain black dresses.

Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.

Guns aren't lawful; nooses give; gas smells awful. So you might as well live.

I like to have a martini/Two at the very most/After three I'm under the table/After four I'm under my host.

Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.

Work is the province of cattle.