This sentence consists of eleven words, twenty-three syllables and seventy-four letters.

Talking to them was like being placed into conversational purgatory, with no hope of being released without significant damage to one's self-esteem.

I wouldn't even dare read the Torah, let alone attempt a witty observation on the Torah.

You noticed that I wore this outfit twice? Why, the only thing you wear twice is a sour expression.

A technicality I'm prepared to hide wildly behind.

Back then if you gave a mouse a cookie, he would ask you for a glass of milk. Nowadays if you give a mouse a cookie, he's gonna ask you for a 20 lb lobster dinner.