“There's no rage like old lady rage, just as there's no tenderness like old lady tenderness.”
“There's no one else to blame. No Bores or Old Ladies or Norton or Assassins waiting at the bridge.”
“…two lumpy old ladies in semitransparent raincoats, like potatoes in cellophane…”
“There's no friends like the old friends.”
“But they wrote like little old men and little old ladies, all purseymouthed and ooo, don't slip on that icy patch, Mildred.”
“Ah, there's no friends like the old friends.”