“Sir, I did not count your glasses of wine, why should you number up my cups of tea?”
“My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.”
“Oh my dear fellow...should you not be askind, 'Would the tea like the cup?”
“Where do you get your ideas? people ask. Sometimes they’re at the bottoms of cups of tea. Sometimes they’re lurking in my shower. Sometimes they’re waiting patiently in glass cases in museums.”
“Dad has brought me a cup of tea in bed this morning! I said, 'Vati, why are you waking me up in the middle of the night? Are you on fire?”
“I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'""This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste."Brett's glass was empty.”