Military justice is to justice what military music is to music.

Anyone who says he can see through women is missing a lot.

Send two dozen roses to Room 424 and put "Emily, I love you" on the back of the bill.

I have a mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it.

Wages? You want to be wage slaves? Answer me that! Of course not. What is it that makes wage slaves? Wages! I want you to be free. Strike off your chains! Strike up the band! Strike three you're out! Remember, there's nothing like Liberty, except Colliers and The Saturday Evening Post. Be free, now and forever. One and individual. One for all and all for me, and tea for two and six for a quarter.

Believe me, you have to get up early if you want to get out of bed.

I shall drink no #‎ wine before it's time! OK, it's time.