“Oh, dear gods, this was turning into a boy fight.”
“Oh, God! That bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!”
“Oh. My. God. They were fighting. In the library. Over her.”
“Oh dear,' says God, 'I hadn't thought of that,' and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.”
“Don't love it so well, Clark, or it may be taken from you. Oh, dear boy, pray that whatever your sacrifice may be, it be not that.”
“Nice girl, dear boy.""Oh . . ." I shrugged. "You know.""Most attractive.""Cheaper than central heating.""I'm sure.”