If you stay here much longer you'll all be slitty-eyed.
It's a vast waste of space.
When a man opens a car door for his wife, it's either a new car or a new wife.
Do you still throw spears at each other?
In the days when the nation depended on agriculture for its wealth it made the Lord Chancellor sit on a woolsack to remind him where the wealth came from. I would like to suggest we remove that now and make him sit on a crate of machine tools.
Ah, you're the one who wrote the letter. So you can write then.