Now, listen to me, you son of a gun,

... Watson, or whatever your name is, you are not in Hyde Park, with an audience of loafers.

Supposing she doesn't want to get married? She can go and be a governess.

You know, old boy, Edith was never my fiancee.

You love Kentucky Fried Chicken, right?

Well, you want to know how things went at my job today?

Look, you need to learn how things work on this island.