I Thought You Wanted Food,"

The Smythe-smith Musicale. Thankfully, It Came Around Just Once Per Year, Because Hyacinth Was Quite Certain It Would Take A Full Twelve Months For Her Ears To Recover.

No Man Of Any Intelligence Would Pretend To Know A Female Mind.

I'm Not A Gentle Pony... I Promise You, You Will Have To Work To Keep Your Seat.

It’s A Curse, Really,” Lady Danbury Said. “i’m The Only Person I Know My Age Who Has Perfect Hearing.” “most Would Call That A Blessing.” She Snorted. “not With That Musicale Looming Over The Horizon.

Every Unmarried Man Is Looking For A Wife. They Just Don't Always Know It.