Grace—"Fred and Mabel are not on speaking terms any more."
Bella—"Why, I thought they were engaged."
Grace—"So they are. They just sit for hours and hold each other's hands."
"Do you believe in luck?"
"Sometimes. See that fat woman with the red hat over there?"
"Yes."
"Twenty years ago she refused to marry me."
"Haven't I told you before," he cried, "to sing out the names of stations clearly and distinctly? Bear in mind. Sing 'em out. Do you hear?"