The North Pole was one of these places, I remember. Well, I haven’t been there yet, and shall not try now. The glamour’s off.

He was on deck in an instant, habited merely in his light pyjammas and sleeping-jacket.

I can see your dirtypillows. Everyone will. They'll be looking at your body. The Book says— Those are my breasts, Momma. Every woman has them.

What did he soak him? Five quid? Yes, sir. And Gussie brassed up and was free?