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.
One more drink and I'd have been under the host.
I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.
Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned tomorrow!
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song
Now to me, Edith looks like something that would eat her young.