But what makes wage slaves? Wages!

Every time someone turns on a TV, I go in the other room and read.

I would never join a country club with standards so low as to allow me as a member.

From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Someday I intend reading it.

I was going to thrash them within an inch of their lives, but I didn't have a tape measure.

Dig trenches? With our men being killed off like flies? There isn't time to dig trenches. We'll have to buy them ready made.

We took pictures of the native girls, but they weren't developed. . . But we're going back next week.