We were developing a machine that used egg white, heat and sugar to synthesize methanol when a power surge caused an implosion. Owens was meringued. By the time we chipped him out the poor chap had expired.

To each our own Hamlet.

Sometimes I don't know whether I'm thening or nowing.

The Goliath Corporation was to altruism what Genghis Khan was to soft furnishings.

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

I've got six months to sort out the hackers, get the Japanese knotweed under control and find an acceptable form of narcissus.

I got Oedipus off the incest charge--technicality, of course--he didn't know it was his mother at the time.