Only If The Computers Really Love Each

Why, I'd Horse-whip You If I Had A Horse.

I Wish To Be Cremated. One Tenth Of My Ashes Shall Be Given To My Agent, As Written In Our Contract.

I'm Leaving Because The Weather Is Too Good. I Hate London When It's Not Raining.

Blood's Not Thicker Than Money.

Do You Mind If I Don't Smoke?