The admission fee was a viper's tongue and a half-concealed stiletto. It was a sort of intellectual slaughterhouse.

Why, I'd horse-whip you if I had a horse.

He's so full of alcohol, if you put a lighted wick in his mouth he'd burn for three days.

Why a four-year-old child could understand this report. Run out and find me a four-year-old child. I can't make head nor tail out of it.

I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.

If he's been married for 31 years, he's not the same man.

Now that you're Secretary of War, what kind of an army do you think we ought to have?