Mr. Churchill, you are drunk!
Yes, and you, Madam, are ugly but tomorrow I shall be sober and you will still be ugly.
There’s a conspiracy against me, a conspiracy of silence; but what can one do? What should I do?
Have reserved two tickets for opening night. Come and bring a friend if you have one.
Impossible to come to first night. Will come to second night if you have one.
Sir, I do not know whether you will die on the gallows or of the pox.
That will depend, my lord, on whether I embrace your principles or your mistress.
I honestly don’t understand why you would rather have people be victims of a crime than be able to defend themselves. It’s incomprehensible.
You’re an unbelievably stupid man, aren’t you?