Oofy, thinking of the tenner he had given Freddie, writhed like an electric fan.

'I'm not speaking to you. I wouldn't speak to you if your shirt were on fire.'

She snorted with a sudden violence which twenty-four hours earlier would have unmanned me completely. Even in my present tolerably robust condition, it affecte…

I don't suppose she would recognize a deep, beautiful thought if you handed it to her on a skewer with tartar sauce.

Poor old Spotty Muldoon. He thought of splitting the atom the other day. If only he could have had the idea about thirty years ago, he'd have made a bloody for…

I have Bright's disease and he has mine.

Nell: Nothing is funnier than unhappiness. Nagg: Oh? Nell: Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. And we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the begi…