'We mustn't laugh about it, my boy. It's no joking matter. It's very wrong to shoot Mr Baxter.' 'But he's a blister.' 'He is a blister,' agreed Lord Emsworth, always fairminded. 'Nevertheless. . . . Remember, he is your tutor.'

In the old days, to my commonplace and unobserving mind, he gave no evidences of genius whatsoever. He never read me any of his manuscripts, […], and therefore my lack of detection of his promise may in some degree be pardoned.

My dog has never bitten anyone before.

Missy: 'WISPS, HUH? AM I RIGHT? YOU OKAY? OR DIDJA WANT TO PLAY [Joustus] AGAIN?'