Wouldn't It Be Dreadful To Live In

How About Slipping Out Of Those Wet Things And Into A Dry Martini?

There's Always Something Fishy About The French.

There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner, There Are Dark Clouds Travelling Through The Sky, And It's No Good Whining, About A Silver Lining, For We Know From Experience They Won't Roll By...

Goodnight, My Darlings, I'll See You Tomorrow.

That Strange Feeling We Had In The War. Have You Found Anything In Your Lives Since To Equal It In Strength? A Sort Of Splendid Carelessness It Was, Holding Us Together.