When I die I’m going to take all my gold and silver with me.
Don’t you do it.
Why?
Because it will melt where you are going.
Oh, I’m the flower of my family, all right.
I wonder if that’s what your brother meant yesterday when he said you were a blooming idiot?
The young man in love doesn’t care so much about having a yacht at sea as having a little smack ashore.