Quotes About Conversation

Jeeves, I said, when I had washed off the stains of travel, tell me frankly all about it. Be as frank as Lady Bablockhythe.

Mere surprise, however, was never enough to prevent Psmith talking.

I'm a bit short on brain myself; the old bean would appear to have been constructed more for ornament than for use, don't you know; but give me five minutes to talk the thing over with Jeeves, and I'm game to advise any one about anything.

I said, 'Don't talk rot, Old Tom Travers. I am not accustomed to talk rot, he said. Then, for a beginner, I said, you do it dashed well.

Hallo, Bertie. Hallo, old turnip. Where have you been all this while? Oh, here and there! Ripping weather we're having, Bertie. Not bad. I see the Bank Rate is down again. No, really? Disturbing news from Lower Silesia, what? Oh, dashed! He pottered about the room for a bit, babbling at intervals. The boy seemed cuckoo. Oh, I say, Bertie! he said suddenly, dropping a vase which he had picked off the mantelpiece and was fiddling with. I know what it was I wanted to tell you. I'm married.

The water as a topic of conversation dried up.

What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.

I felt like Doctor Watson hearing Sherlock Holmes talking about the one hundred and forty-seven varieties of tobacco ash and the time it takes parsley to settle in the butter dish.

No girl, when she has been led to expect that a man is about to pour forth his soul in a fervour of passion, likes to find him suddenly shelving the whole topic in favour of an address on aquatic Salamandridae.

If it is bad to be all dressed up and no place to go, it is almost worse to be full of talk and to have no one to talk it to.

I say, Bertie, he said, after a pause of about an hour and a quarter. Hallo! Do you like the name Mabel? No. No? No. You don't think there's a kind of music in the word, like the wind rustling gently through the tree-tops? No. He seemed disappointed for a moment; then cheered up. Of course, you wouldn't. You always were a fat-headed worm without any soul, weren't you? Just as you say. Who is she? Tell me all.

Lady Underhill, having said all she had to say, recovered her breath and began to say it again. Frequent iteration was one of her strongest weapons. As her brother Edwin, who was fond of homely imagery, had often observed, she could talk the hind-leg off a donkey. You

What ho, Stinker.' 'Hallo, Bertie.' 'Long time since we met.' 'It is a bit, isn't it?' 'I hear you're a curate now.' 'Yes, that's right.' 'How are the souls?

Morning, Bill,' said Lord Tidmouth agreeably. 'Go to hell!' said Bill. 'Right-ho,' said his lordship.

I suppose you haven't breakfasted?" "I have not yet breakfasted." "Won't you have an egg or something? Or a sausage or something? Or something?" "No, thank you." She spoke as if she belonged to an anti-sausage society or a league for the suppression of eggs. There was a bit of a silence.

Mere surprise, however, was never enough to prevent Psmith talking. He began at once.

About two hours afterwards Gethryn discovered a suitable retort, but, coming to the conclusion that better late than never does not apply to repartees, refrained from speaking it.

A ripe suggestion, I said. Where are you meeting her? At the Ritz? Near the Ritz. He was geographically accurate. About fifty yards east of the Ritz there is one of those blighted tea-and-bun shops you see dotted about all over London and into this, if you'll believe me, young Bingo dived like a homing rabbit; and before I had time to say a word we were wedged in at a table, on the brink of a silent pool of coffee left there by an early luncher.

I say, said Jimmy, as they moved away, who is that fellow Wesson? Oh, a man, said Molly vaguely. There's no need to be fulsome, said Jimmy. He can't hear.

I am listening, I tell you. Get to the point. And talk quick, darn it. Remember it's costing forty-five bucks every three minutes.' For Mrs Moon was speaking from her apartment on Park Avenue, New York. And though it was the woman who would pay, waste even of other people's money was agony to Mr Frisby. He possessed twenty million dollars himself, and loved every cent of them.

I say, you know', said Dudley, awkwardly, 'if I'm in the way, you know, just speak the word and I'll race off to the local pub. I mean to say, don't want to butt in, I mean.' 'Not at all, Mr--' 'Finch.' 'Not at all, Mr. Finch. I am only too delighted', said Lady Wickham, looking at him as if he were a particularly loathsome slug which had interrupted some beautiful reverie of hers in the rose-garden, 'that you were able to come.

It is possible, too, that, being there, you decided that you might as well go the whole hog and be manicured at the same time. It is not unlikely, moreover, that when you had got over the first shock of finding your hands so unexpectedly large and red, you felt disposed to chat with the young lady who looked after that branch of the business.

Emerson," I reminded him, "says a friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of Nature, sir." "Well, you can tell Emerson from me next time you see him that he's an ass." "Very good, sir." "What I want—Jeeves, have you seen that play called I-forget-its-dashed-name?

Anna parlava allegramente del più e del meno e io tacevo, perché la mia anima non era che un cumulo di emozioni ribollenti.