Die, my dear? Why that's the last thing I'll do!
Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while
I don't care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members.
You are going Uruguay, and I'm going my way
The difference between a politician and a snail is that the snail leaves its slime behind. Whoever named it necking was a poor judge of anatomy.
I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.