I have my own matches and sulphur, and I'll make my own hell, thanks.' There was an uncomfortable pause.

Then Torpenhow said blandly, 'What did the Governor of North Carolina say to the Governor of South Carolina ?' 'Excellent notion.

It is a long time between drinks.

There are the makings of a very fine prig in you, Dick,' said the Nilghai.
'I've liberated my mind, estimable Binkie, with the feathers in his mouth.' Dick picked up the still indignant one and shook him tenderly.
'You're tied up in a sack and made to run about blind, Binkie-wee, without any reason, and it has hurt your little feelings.

Never mind.
Sic volo, sic jubeo, stet pro ratione voluntas, and don't sneeze in my eye because I talk Latin.