“Oh yes that’s right, you’re man of principle aren’t you?’ Jim said, somewhat tetchily. ‘Made of unbending rock with no room for compromise. Heart of oak, nerves of steel, a will of iron … and a knob of butter.”

“Oh for love of the Gods, thought Jim. The last thing I need right now is philosophical discussion with a madman, on a snowy roof, about the merits of capitalism.”

“Jim said, ‘For your information I faked all my orgasms!”

“She was the kind of woman that makes a man go, 'Ah yes! Now I remember why I'm a man.”

“She was one of those women that makes any red blooded male look at her and go, ‘Ah yes … now I remember why I’m a man.”

“That’s the trouble these days, too much Sax and Violins in the theatre.”

“I’m sorry, I thought you were together.’‘Why, do I look like an organ grinder?’ said Cobb.”