Bel Air, I am convinced, was laid out by some diabolic sadist who deliberately decided not to use a compass or a surveyor.
Making love to your wife is like shooting at sitting ducks.
One woman and one man might have been OK in your grandmother's day, but who wants to marry your grandmother? Not even your grandfather!
Don't look now, but there's one too many in this room and I think it's you.
Now that you're Secretary of War, what kind of an army do you think we ought to have?
Since my daughter is only half-Jewish, could she go in the water up to her knees?