Uniform's awful.

Fitzstultz, our Colonel, will have 'em so.

Must be a distinction you know.

At his own expense Fitzstultz altered the plumes in the men's caps (you called them shaving-brushes, Snob, my boy: most absurd and unjust that attack of yours, by the way); that altewation alone cotht him five hundred pound.
The year befaw latht he horthed the wegiment at an immenthe expenthe, and we're called the Queen'th Own Pyebalds from that day.

Ever theen uth on pawade?
The Empewar Nicolath burtht into tearth of envy when he thaw uth at Windthor.