Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!

What is Love compared with holing out before your opponent?

There's a sort of wooly headed duckiness about you. If I wasn't so crazy about Marmaduke, I could really marry you Bertie.

Half a league Half a league Half a league onward With a hey-nonny-nonny And a hot cha-cha.

I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.

A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.

-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter