Quotes About Bertie

He was the sort of languid and elegant young man one would expect to find at a country house party, playing croquet with Bertie Wooster. Frightfully good fun, but not too many brains.

And would you like to do that, Bertie?" asked the psychotherapist. Bertie nodded. Dr. St. Clair scribbled a note on his pad. Fantasies of escape, he wrote. But why Iceland? 50. A Fiscally Responsible Boy For some reason unknown

Even Ulysses," said Nicola. "Babies love Scotch Pies over in Glasgow. That's what they feed them over there." "Do they give them Irn Bru in their baby bottles?" asked Bertie. Nicola smiled. "Possibly, Bertie. They do a lot of things differently in Glasgow. It's a city of great character.

The gutter is Bertie Ahern's natural habitat.

Earl had let Bertie off the porch for some fresh grass and I didn't want Dr. Eustace to see her. She still looked as though we'd put Hannibal Lecter in charge of her shearing and had hired the special effects team from Night of the Living Dead to bandage her.

Bertie's my name and flirting's my game, I've an eye for every girl. Don't give a fig! I have a little chat, then give 'em a pat

Jeeves, whatever his moral defects, would never go about in skirts calling me Bertie.

Bingo Little, under the influence of romantic love or, perhaps just under the influence;..once said,'There is no love without perfect trust','Who told you that?' asked Bertie Wooster incredulously.

Abandon the idea, Jeeves. I fear you have not studied the sex as I have. Missing her lunch means little or nothing to the female of the species. The feminine attitude toward lunch is notoriously airy and casual. Where you have made your bloomer is confusing lunch with tea. Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it. At such times the most amiable of the sex become mere bombs which a spark may ignite. Bertie Wooster

There's a sort of wooly headed duckiness about you. If I wasn't so crazy about Marmaduke, I could really marry you Bertie.

What on earth are you doing in Paris? I asked. Bertie, old man, said Biffy solemnly, I came here to try and forget. Well, you've certainly succeeded.

I ordered another. If this was going to be a fish-story, I needed stimulants. On the liner going to New York I met a girl. Biffy made a sort of curious gulping noise not unlike a bulldog trying to swallow half a cutlet in a hurry so as to be ready for the other half. Bertie, old man, I can't describe her. I simply can't describe her. This was all to the good.

She is very wonderful, Bertie. She is not one of these flippant, shallow-minded, modern girls. She is sweetly grave and beautifully earnest. She reminds me of - what is the name I want? Marie Lloyd? Saint Cecilia, said young Bingo, eyeing me with a good deal of loathing. She reminds me of Saint Cecilia. She makes me yearn to be a better, nobler, deeper, broader man.

Bertie, he said, I want your advice. Carry on. At least, not your advice, because that wouldn't be much good to anybody. I mean, you're a pretty consummate old ass, aren't you? Not that I want to hurt your feelings of course. No, no, I see that.

I love that girl, Bertie, he went on, when he'd finished coughing. Yes. Nice girl, of course. He eyed me with deep loathing. Don't speak of her in that horrible casual way. She's an angel. An angel!

Bertie,' he said, 'I want your advice.' 'Carry on.' 'At least, not your advice, because that wouldn't be much good to anybody. I mean, you're a pretty consummate old ass, aren't you? Not that I want to hurt your feelings, of course.

It's one of the advantages I get from being a bachelor—and, according to my nearest and dearest, practically a half-witted bachelor at that. 'It's no good trying to get Bertie to take the slightest interest' is more or less the slogan, and I'm bound to say I'm all for it. A quiet life is what I like.

He looked at me like Lillian Gish coming out of a swoon. Is this Bertie Wooster talking? he said, pained. Yes, it jolly well is! Bertie, old man, said Bingo, patting me gently here and there, reflect! We were at school - Oh, all right!

I say Bertie old man I am in love at last. She is the most wonderful girl Bertie old man. This is the real thing at last Bertie. Come here at once and bring Jeeves. Oh I say you know that tobacco shop in Bond Street on the left side as you go up. Will you get me a hundred of their special cigarettes and send them to me here. I have run out. I know when you see her you will think she is the most wonderful girl. Mind you bring Jeeves. Don't forget the cigarettes. - Bingo.

You haven't a flask on you, have you?' 'No.' 'A pity. One should always carry a flask about in case of emergencies. Saint Bernard dogs do it in the Alps. Fifty million Saint Bernard dogs can't be wrong. I have just passed through a great emotional experience, Bertie.

Bertie,' he said, 'I want your advice.' 'Carry on.' 'At least, not your advice, because that wouldn't be much good to anybody. I mean, you're a pretty consummate old ass, aren't you? Not that I want to hurt your feelings, of course.' 'No, no, I see that.