The English country gentleman galloping after a fox-the unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable.

The youth of America is their oldest tradition. It has been going on now for three hundred years.

Kelvil: May I ask, Lord Illingworth, if you regard the House of Lords as a better institution than the House of Commons? Lord Illingworth: A much better instit…

Mrs. Allonby: They say, Lady Hunstanton, that when good Americans die they go to Paris. Lady Hunstanton: Indeed? And when bad Americans die, where do they go t…

The dusky night rides down the sky, And ushers in the morn; The hounds all join in glorious cry, The huntsman winds his horn, And a-hunting we will go.

'Them fancy London types don't know the pleasure of eating chips with fingers'

Just remember, it's the birds that's supposed to suffer, not the hunter.