It's such a surprise For Eastern eyes To see, That though the English are effete, They're quite impervious to heat. - Noël Coward

Morris: I'll never speak to you again until the day I die!
Gary: Well, we can have a nice little chat then, can't we?

In Rangoon
The heat of noon
Is just what the natives shun,
They put their Scotch
Or Rye down
And lie down.

Gary: You ought never to have joined the Athenaeum Club, Henry: it was disastrous.
Henry: I really don’t see why.
Gary: It’s made you pompous.
Henry: It can’t have. I’ve always been too frightened to go into it.