Upper Class Gifts

"I believe we shall all go in one car."

Hamish Harris. The boy bon vivant.

"'Mr. Evans,' she said to me with that adorable smile, 'I think you're the nicest boy in the entire old-boy network.'"

"Even my chauffeur has a chauffeur."

"Pat's independently wealthy and dependably entertaining."

"Can't we just go after sailfish...?"

"Imogene is just back from an extended trip through the Navajo country."

"Templeton, its Friday, so be so good as to inform her ladyship that it's sex after bridge this evening"

Curate talking to miners

"There's a notice from the co-op board. Would we be interested in playing softball on the Great Lawn?"

"Call me sentimental, but if I had to live my life all over again, I wouldn't change a thing."

"It's not a cummerbund. It's my underpants."

'She's so posh, she can make her wind sound like Verdi's 'Requiem'.'

'That's quite a bit you're inheriting. I suppose you realize this will force you to start learning about wine.'

"I like everything about this neighborhood except the people who can afford to live here."

I say if life gives you tapens, make tapenade.

"Regift the bicycle, Charles, but put this in my Panama pile."

"The Sculleys, the Jensons, the Walkers, Freedy, Joan, Don and the Bowes. Oh, well, Madame de Stael had to start somewhere."

Two Men Dining.

"This leads to the actual library."

Sloane Ranger.

"Shall I let your wife know you're home, or do you both like surprises?"

'How about having a boys night out we'll take ourselves to the cleaners.'

Posh store has sign: When Flaunting Is Not Enough.

'Do these trousers make my butler look big?'

Marquis

Boy: 'No? Why don't you never treat yourself to no luxuries, Guvner?'

Old mistress accuses young servant girl of imitating her curled hair

"Oh come off it, Aston! The only reason you decided to detest Chris Evert is because no one else does."

"Something you should bear in mind, James. Sam has recently come into a lot of money."

"Can't you tell? I'm a depressed and angry white working-class male."

'You really have little choice in the matter, Son -- you're a Bramwell, and we Bramwells have always been pompous asses.'

"There certainly are a lot of little people, aren't there?"

"My dear, it seems we have been socially distancing ourselves for years without our realizing it."

"Gordon just is not a liaison dangereuse."