You kissed me because you were awfully nice and I was awfully nice and we both liked kissing very much. It was inevitable.
I see her as one great stampede of lips directed at the nearest derriere.
Why do I drink Champagne for breakfast? Doesn't everyone?
The higher the building the lower the morals.
She had much in common with Hitler, only no mustache.
Never mind, dear, we're all made the same, though some more than others.