Work, the what's-its-name of the thingummy and the thing-um-a-bob of the what d'you-call-it. - P. G. Wodehouse

If Eggy wanted to get spliced, let him, was the way I looked at it. Marriage might improve him. It was difficult to think of anything that wouldn’t.

There is enough sadness in life without having fellows like Gussie Fink-Nottle going about in sea boots.

I want to know what the devil you mean by keeping coming into my private apartment, taking up space which I require for other purposes and interrupting me when I am chatting with my personal friends. Really one gets about as much privacy in this house as a strip-tease dancer.