A set of phrases learnt by rote; A passion for a scarlet coat; When at a play to laugh, or cry, Yet cannot tell the reason why: Never to hold her tongue a minute; While all she prates has nothing in it.

Libertas et natale solum: Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.

For conversation well endued; She calls it witty to be rude; And, placing raillery in railing, Will tell aloud your greatest failing.

For, in reason, all government without the consent of the governed is the very definition of slavery: but in fact, eleven men well armed will certainly subdue …

Tallulah was sitting in a group of people, giving the monologue she always thought was conversation.

Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know.

Rien n'empeche tant d'etre naturel que l'envie de le paraitre.