Goodnight, my darlings, I'll see you tomorrow.
How about slipping out of those wet things and into a dry Martini?
Wouldn't it be dreadful to live in a country where they didn't have tea?
Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.
She stopped the show - but then the show wasn't traveling very fast.
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.