The French were very sore about the unceremonious manner in which the Dual Control was dispensed with. Their simple statesmen seemed to think that we, who had complacently picked the chestnuts out of the fire, were going to share them. Earl Granville, in kindness of heart, offered Johnny Crapaud a consolation sop in the form of the Presidency of the Public Debt Department, which was sulkily refused, and Johnny Crapaud retired to his tent, thence to cause us petty annoyances whenever he could.

Baby Carrot: [yelling because the Baby Carrots are in danger of being prepared and eaten as food] For the love of shit, run!!!

A pull-out trash drawer gives you a place to hide kitchen waste and recyclables.

[…] and when Mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine honour thou hadst it not.