“I'm trying to think of a reason why I shouldn't, ass-breath. I can't think of one, can you?”

After all that work, I've earned the princely sum of two pounds.

The shot landed right on the pin.

How do they sit there, hour after hour, and listen to the congressional gasbags without blowing their tops? . . . never once leaping over the table, grabbing an inquisitor by his ears and screaming, Hey, flannel mouth—does the phrase ‘posturing hypocrite windbag’ ring a bell?