I'd the upbringing a nun would envy and that's the truth. Until I was fifteen I was more familiar with Africa than my own body.
The kind of people who always go on about whether a thing is in good taste invariably have very bad taste
The humble and meek are thirsting for blood.
I'd the upbringing a nun would envy. Until I was fifteen I was more familiar with Africa than my own body.
It's all any reasonable child can expect if the dad is present at the conception.
Reading isn't an occupation we encourage among police officers. We try to keep the paperwork down to a minimum.
Every luxury was lavished on you - atheism, breast-feeding, circumcision. I had to make my own way.
Rance: Were your relations with your secretary normal? Prentice: Yes. Rance: Well, Prentice, your private life is your own affair. I find it shocking none the less.
McLeavy: Has no one considered my feelings in all this? Truscott: What percentage do you want? McLeavy: I don't want money. I'm an honest man. Truscott: You'll have to mend your ways then.
Fay: Your explanation had the ring of truth. Naturally I disbelieved every word.
Geraldine: We must tell the truth! Prentice: That's a thoroughly defeatist attitude.
Mrs Prentice: My uterine contractions have been bogus for some time! Prentice: What a discovery! Married to the mistress of the fraudulent climax.
On our way home we were waiting for the bus when a very fat, pompous-looking woman reeled out of a pub shouting, Melancholia? Ad nauseam.
Fay: What will you do when you're old? Hal: I shall die. Fay: I see you're determined to run the gamut of all experience.
Fay: Have you given a thought to the priest? Truscott: We can't have him in on it, miss. Our percentage wouldn't be worth having. Fay: Mr McLeavy threatened to expose us. Truscott: I've been exposed before. Fay: What happened? Truscott: I arrested the man. He's doing twelve years.