I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.
In Hollywood, brides keep the bouquets and throw away the groom.
Dig trenches? With our men being killed off like flies? There isn't time to dig trenches. We'll have to buy them ready made.
You're heading for a breakdown. Why don't you pull yourself to pieces?
Let there be dancing in the streets, drinking in the saloons, and necking in the parlor.
Well, Art is Art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now you tell me what you know.