I love him so very much. As Romeo did Jugurtha, as Pyramid did Thirsty, as-" "Oh, please, no need to elaborate further," interjected Alexia, wincing. "But what would my family SAY to such a union?" "They would say that yours hats had leaked into your head," muttered Alexia, unheard under her breath.

No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.

Follow that porcupine!

I'd rather be loyal than right.

Spin the parasol three times and repeat after me: I shield in the name of fashion. I accessorize for one and all. Pursuit of truth is my passion. This I vow by the great parasol.

Stop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here

Classic author moment, "Oh dear, did I kill that character or not?