Die, my dear? Why that's the last thing I'll do!
Don't let the fear of the thorn keep you from the rose.
How much would you want to stand at the wrong end of a shooting gallery?
Groucho: You know I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world? Woman: Really? Groucho: No, but I don't mind lying if it gets me somewhere.
Hello, I must be going.
Time wounds all heels.