I'm not going to do anything these people ask me.

Say 'No, no, no, no,' to everybody." "In Heaven's name, Simon," he cried, laying down his pencil, "what has come over you ?" "Old age," said I.
He uttered his usual interjection, and added that I was only thirty-seven.
"Age is a relative thing," I remarked.

"Babes of five have been known to die of senile decay, and I have seen irresponsible striplings of seventy." "I really think Eleanor Faversham had better come back from Sicily." I tapped the letter still in my hand.

"She's coming." "I'm jolly glad to hear it.

It's all my silly fault that she went away.
I thought she was getting on your nerves.