Full of diseases was his carcas blew, / And a dry dropsie through his flesh did flow: / Which by misdiet daily greater grew […]

You're gonna drive me to the impound so I can get my car?

All of them – especially my father-in-law – enjoyed yuk hwe, a kind of beef tartar.

“One marble hall, with staircase complete, one butler and three flunkeys to receive a retired sojer who dares to ring the bell. D'you know, old boy, I gave my bowler to the butler, whangee to one flunkey, gloves to another, and there was the fourth poor blighter looking like an orphan at a Mothers' Meeting. …"