You Can Leave In A Huff. Or

I Worked My Way Up From Nothing To A State Of Extreme Poverty.

I Hate London When It's Not Raining.

What Have Future Generations Ever Done For Us?

If You Take Cranberries And Stew Them Like Apple Sauce, It Tastes Much More Like Prunes Than Rhubarb Does.

Gentlemen, Chicolini Here May Talk Like An Idiot, And Look Like An Idiot, But Don't Let That Fool You: He Really Is An Idiot. I Implore You, Send Him Back To His Father And Brothers, Who Are Waiting For Him With Open Arms In The Penitentiary. I Suggest That We Give Him Ten Years In Leavenworth, Or Eleven Years In Twelveworth.