Sixty minutes of thinking of any kind is bound to lead to confusion and unhappiness.
Two is company, four is a party, three is a crowd. One is a wanderer.
Muggs was always sorry, Mother said, when he bit someone, but we could never understand how she figured this out. He didn't act sorry.
If you are a police dog, where's your badge?
Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?
One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.