You Are Going Uruguay, And I'm Going

Obviously There Was No Point In Being A Bachelor If His Houseman Was Going To Filch His Booze. If He Was Going To Get Robbed, He Might Just As Well Get Married.

The Admission Fee Was A Viper's Tongue And A Half-concealed Stiletto. It Was A Sort Of Intellectual Slaughterhouse.

I Was Married By A Judge. I Should Have Asked For A Jury.

Ever Since They Found Out That Lassie Was A Boy, The Public Has Believed The Worst About Hollywood

Don't Be Silly. I'll Write You Twice A Week.