“Bar a weekly wrestle with the "Pink 'Un" and an occasional dip into the form book I'm not much of a lad… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Judge of my chagrin and all that sort of thing, therefore, when, tottering to my room and switching on the light, I… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Bertie," he said, "I want your advice." "Carry on." "At least, not your advice, because that wouldn't be much good to anybody.… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“She is very wonderful, Bertie. She is not one of these flippant, shallow-minded, modern girls. She is sweetly grave and beautifully earnest.… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Yes, by damn! It's too bad!" cried the whiskered marvel. "You careless old woman! You give my hotel bad names, would you… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“I say Bertie old man I am in love at last. She is the most wonderful girl Bertie old man. This is… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“He was one of those supercilious striplings who give you the impression that you went to the wrong school and that your… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“I mean, when you've got used to a club where everything's nice and cheery, and where, if you want to attract a… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Betting!" he gargled. "Betting! You don't mean that they're betting on this holy, sacred - Oh, I say, dash it all! Haven't… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“It can't be done, old thing. Sorry, but it's out of the question. I couldn't go through all that again." "Not for… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Brookfield, my correspondent, writes that last week he observed him in the moonlight at an advanced hour gazing up at his window."… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“How would this do you, Bingo?" I said at length. "A few plovers' eggs to weigh in with, a cup of soup,… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“I'm not much of a ladies' man, but on this particular morning it seemed to me that what I really wanted was… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“And you call yourself a pal of mine!" "Yes, I know; but there are limits." "Bertie," said Bingo reproachfully, "I saved your… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Hallo, Bertie." "Hallo, old turnip. Where have you been all this while?" "Oh, here and there! Ripping weather we're having, Bertie." "Not… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“We run to height a bit in our family, and there's about five-foot-nine of Aunt Agatha, topped off with a beaky nose,… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“My late Uncle Henry, you see, was by way of being the blot on the Wooster escutcheon. An extremely decent chappie personally,… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“I left him thinking it over. If I were a bookie, I should feel justified in offering a hundred to eight against."… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“I say, Bertie," he said, after a pause of about an hour and a quarter. "Hallo!" "Do you like the name Mabel?"… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
