You can't have been here long, you haven't got a pot belly.
I would like to go to Russia very much — although the bastards murdered half my family.
That's more than you know about anything else then.
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.
You look like you're ready for bed!
Were you here in the bad old days? ... That's why you can't read and write then!