“And, my brothers, it was real satisfaction to me to waltz-left two three, right two three-and carve left cheeky and right cheeky, so that like two curtains of blood seemed to pour out at the same time, one on either side of his fat filthy oily snout in the winter starlight.”
“Two wrongs do not make a right; but three rights make a left.”
“Two wrongs dont make a right, but three lefts do!”
“Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't three lefts make a right? Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't two negatives make a positive?”
“One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.”
“Two rights don't equal a left.”