It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.

What you want, my lad, and what you're going to get are two very different things.

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

As a child of eight Mr. Trout had once kissed a girl of six under the mistletoe at a Christmas party, but there his sex life had come to abrupt halt.

The ideas of debtor and creditor as to what constitutes a good time never coincide.

A girl who bonnets a policeman with an ashcan full of bottles is obviously good wife-and-mother timber.

She's a sort of human vampire-bat