Cleverton—Miss Cutler tells me she has been putting quinine on her face lately for her complexion.
Dashaway—I guess I'll go around there. I have a touch of malaria.
Maud—How do you define love?
Marie—Love is the life of illusion.
"And what is marriage?" "Oh, marriage is the death of them."
Weeks—Well, how are things over in Boston? Have they named any new pie "Aristotle" yet?
Wentman—No-o. But I heard a man there ask for a Plato soup.