The name is Schitt," he replied. "Jack Schitt.

I loved him, officer. More than any woman ever loved an egg.

What is there to forgive?. . .Ignore forgive and concentrate on living. Life for you is short; far too short to allow small jealousies to infringe on the happiness which can be yours only for the briefest of times.

Don't move," said Sprockett."Mimes don't generally attack unless they are threatened.

Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.

Mr. Pewter led them through to a library, filled with thousands of antiquarian books. 'Impressive, eh?' 'Very,' said Jack. 'How did you amass all these?' 'Well,' said Pewter, 'You know the person who always borrows books and never gives them back?' 'Yes...?' 'I'm that person.

Her majesty is one verb short of a sentence.