"I have not struck you! Allow me to procure a carriage for your prompt exit, Lady Dani."

'ho ho ho, divine excrement!'

Thou trip over thine ottoman like Dick van Dyke

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, as you will now witness the spectacle known as the Dani and Anthony Extravaganza! Huzzah and so forth!"

"I find it would be quite ripping to find upon this lady of the evening a member of most unusual and extravagant proportions. Keithton! Quickly now, that's a good lad."

I utter a loud, prolonged, mournful cry, as that of a canine in presence of thine declarations

"I say, girlboy, I must insist you join us in the parlor for a spot of bubbly. Oh, Keithton! Fetch and bring hither a cask of our finest Bud Light, chop chop!"

"Dost thou consider me a moor in my own mansion?"

Pardon us, constable, for we were in the midst of a conjugal squabble.

What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho

”Crave to hie downstairs and sing karaoke?”

Yay Sir Anthony is back!