She's a sort of human vampire-bat
In every romance you have to budget for the occasional dust-up.
In all crises of human affairs there are two broad courses open to a man. He can stay where he is or he can go elsewhere.
You are falling into your old error, Jeeves, of thinking that Gussie is a parrot. Fight against this. I shall add the oz.
I expect I shall feel better after tea.
There's a sort of wooly headed duckiness about you. If I wasn't so crazy about Marmaduke, I could really marry you Bertie.