Gérard Moore, in his double character of semi-foreigner and thoroughgoing progressist, the man most abominated.

The garb of a Doctor of Divinity, as you know, consisteth of a large cope with a liripoop.

That new car was really the cat's pyjamas.

George Clinton is still a touring machine at age 76, still getting up for the downstroke, still giving you more of what you're funking for, still tearing the roof off the sucker.