She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say 'when.'
It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can't help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet.
There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'" "The mood will pass, sir.
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.
I don't want to seem always to be criticizing your methods of voice production, Jeeves, I said, but I must inform you that that 'Well, sir' of yours is in many respects fully as unpleasant as your 'Indeed, sir?
I'm not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare who says that it's always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.
What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them.
It isn't often that Aunt Dahlia lets her angry passions rise, but when she does, strong men climb trees and pull them up after them.
And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.
You know how it is with some girls. They seem to take the stuffing right out of you. I mean to say, there is something about their personality that paralyses the vocal cords and reduces the contents of the brain to cauliflower.
He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.
It is no use telling me there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.
The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.
There is only one cure for gray hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.
I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.
At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.
-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter
We Woosters freeze like the dickens when we seek sympathy and meet with cold reserve. "Nothing further Jeeves", I said with quiet dignity.
Jeeves, you really are a specific dream-rabbit." "Thank you, miss. I am glad to have given satisfaction.
I turned on the pillow with a little moan, and at this juncture Jeeves entered with the vital oolong. I clutched at it like a drowning man at a straw hat.
One of the rummy things about Jeeves is that, unless you watch like a hawk, you very seldom see him come into a room.
I was surprised to learn that doing household chores qualifies as romantic for most of you [women]. That's exactly why you should never hire a butler if you strike it rich - the minute that Jeeves starts unloading the dishwasher without being asked, your wife is going to start humping his leg.
I hadn't the heart to touch my breakfast. I told Jeeves to drink it himself.
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