Jail is no place for a young fellow. There's no advancement.
Money will not make you happy, and happy will not make you money.
Why, I'd horse-whip you if I had a horse.
I married your mother because I wanted children, imagine my disappointment when you came along.
My favourite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.
I know a member of one of New York's first families (first as you drive up Tenth Avenue)