“Ladies and Gentlemen...we are floating in Space!”
“Only philosophers embark on this perilous expedition to the outermost reaches of language and existence. Some of them fall off, but others cling on desperately and yell at the people nestling deep in the snug softness, stuffing themselves with delicious food and drink. 'Ladies and Gentlemen,' they yell, 'we are floating in space!' But none of the people down there care”
“The gentlemen like it when a lady smells sweet.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, Princess Pink has officially brung it.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games begin!”
“Ah, Mr Compson said, Years ago we in the South made our women into ladies. Then the War came and made the ladies into ghosts. So what else can we do, being gentlemen, but listen to them being ghosts?”