It's no good pacing up and down. It won't make the plane arrive any faster. Just sit down and accept that we're delayed. You're just making a fool of yourself.
Trust your instincts. If you have no instincts, trust your impulses.
Goodnight, my darlings, I'll see you tomorrow.
I'll go through life either first class or third, but never in second.
How about slipping out of those wet things and into a dry Martini?
Someday I suspect, when Jesus has definitely got me for a sunbeam, my works may be adequately assessed.