They weren't pressed together as closely as normal, but his shoulder bumped hers, then remained there. It was very subtle, and possibly even accidental, but it was enough.

Although it was very cold, he wore no coat. I think some English people think coats are for the weak.

Every time you try to flirt with her, a puppy dies.

Keep calm and carry on. Also, stay in and hide because the Ripper is coming.

The English play hockey in any weather. Thunder, lightning, plague of locusts... nothing can stop the hockey. Do not fight the hockey, for the hockey will win.

She wasn't only gay, she was a gay elf.

Well, what now? You have no job. I have no job. Wanna play Jenga?