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The children won't go without me. I won't leave the King. And the King will never leave.
— Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon
The children won't go without me. I won't leave the King. And the King will never leave.
Since I have landed in Quebec, I think we can say that I am Canadian.
Never trust them, never trust them. They can't be trusted.
We'd have to go self-service.
We loved him.
Was this yours? Oh, could you take it?
Wouldn't it be terrible if you'd spent all your life doing everything you were supposed to do, didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't eat things, took lots of exercise, all the things you didn't want to do, and suddenly one day you were run over by a big red bus, and as the wheels were crunching into you you'd say 'Oh my god, I could have got so drunk last night!' That's the way you should live your life, as if tomorrow you'll be run over by a big red bus.
That's mine!
Dear Edwina, she always liked to make a splash.
I wouldn't if I were you, Noël; they count them before they put them out.
I'll polish it off myself.
