“But it's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks are slow on Sundays.”
“In the South, Sunday morning sex is accompanied by church bells.”
“He plough on Sunday, Sir.Plough on Sunday?!”
“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.”
“I never land on Sundays. Sundays are boring.”
“...when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment...”