Leonard: You’re clearly upset about Amy being gone, and you’re trying to replace her with a bunch of cats. Sheldon: Clowder. Leonard: What? Sheldon: A group of cats is a clowder. Or a glaring. It’s the kind of thing you ought to know now that we have one.

Nay, you have put me into such a gog of going, I would not stay for all the world.

If Republicans don't think it's a coup or doesn't fit this definition of a coup in all four corners then I'd love to hear what they would call it.

Hope had never been the companion of love. Even in her most secret communings with herself, she had never admitted even the fancy of their union.