I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
It is no use telling me there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.
She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say 'when.'
It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can't help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet.
There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'" "The mood will pass, sir.
-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter
There was a sound in the background like a distant sheep coughing gently on a mountainside. Jeeves sailing into action.
I pity the shrimp that matches wits with you Jeeves
Well, there it is. That's Jeeves. Where others merely smite the brow and clutch the hair, he acts. Napoleon was the same.
What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.
We Woosters freeze like the dickens when we seek sympathy and meet with cold reserve. "Nothing further Jeeves", I said with quiet dignity.
One of the rummy things about Jeeves is that, unless you watch like a hawk, you very seldom see him come into a room.
I don't want to seem always to be criticizing your methods of voice production, Jeeves, I said, but I must inform you that that 'Well, sir' of yours is in many respects fully as unpleasant as your 'Indeed, sir?