Churchill was a brilliant insulter. In 1946 he met Bessie Braddock, a plump Labour MP and Tory-hater, who told him: “Winston, you are drunk.”
“Madam,” he replied, “you are ugly, but in the morning I will be sober.”
“Save my friends…and Zoidberg” Philip J. Fry, Futurama
Hitchens: “If you gave [Jerry] Falwell an enema he could be buried in a matchbox.”
They missed my favorite.
An old battleax of a woman said to Winston Churchill, “If you were my husband I would put poison in your tea.”
Churchill’s response, “Ma’am if you were my wife I would drink it.”
Churchill was a brilliant insulter. In 1946 he met Bessie Braddock, a plump Labour MP and Tory-hater, who told him: “Winston, you are drunk.”
“Madam,” he replied, “you are ugly, but in the morning I will be sober.”
“Save my friends…and Zoidberg” Philip J. Fry, Futurama
Hitchens: “If you gave [Jerry] Falwell an enema he could be buried in a matchbox.”
They missed my favorite.
An old battleax of a woman said to Winston Churchill, “If you were my husband I would put poison in your tea.”
Churchill’s response, “Ma’am if you were my wife I would drink it.”