Gabble o' the goose. Don't bugaboo-baby me!

Get out, you blazing ass! / Gabble o' the goose. Don't bugaboo-baby me!

Read not Milton, for he is dry; nor Shakespeare, for he wrote of common life.

I cannot sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go.

I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel-- Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.

I know you've been married to the same woman for 69 years. That is marvelous. It must be very inexpensive.