We were playing checkers and, although I'd started off well, I seemed to have shot my bolt too soon.

It was a dinner-jacket evening—not tails, because they would only be three—and though he had respected such niceties for years he found them suddenly ridiculous.

I am a modest man, sir, and hesitate to talk about myself even among friends; but since you all insist, there is nothing for me to do but yield as gracefully as I may--and as a yielder I glitter in the front rank.

The characters of Seinfeld wallow obscenely in unscheduled time, as did the characters on Cheers, probably the mother of all time-porn shows.