“He sleeps with you?""Robert?"Stacey rolled her eyes at that. "No, Ghandi-of course Robert!”

“Sturgis had now become involved in a long story of his early manhood, and even had Soapy been less distrait he might have found it difficult to enjoy it to the full. It was about an acquaintance of his who had kept rabbits, and it suffered in lucidity from his unfortunate habit of pronouncing rabbits 'roberts', combined with the fact that by a singular coincidence the acquaintance had been a Mr. Roberts. Roberts, it seemed, had been deeply attached to roberts. In fact, his practice of keeping roberts in his bedroom had led to trouble with Mrs. Roberts, and in the end Mrs. Roberts had drowned the roberts in the pond and Roberts, who thought the world of his roberts and not quite so highly of Mrs. Roberts, had never forgiven her.”

“I’m the Robert the Bruce of Bruces. I’m also the Robert the Bruce of Roberts. 
”

“Give up Robert." He opened his eyes. "Quit now and we'll go easy on you." -Price Sisters”

“The real question isn't whether you like Robert, it's whether you like yourself when you're with Robert...”

“Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.--Robert Burns”