The swing doors of the Wild West saloon crashed open and in came Little Pete, black with fury.
'Alright !' he raged, 'alright ! who did it ? what goldarned carmint painted my horse blue ?'
And the huge figure of Black Jake, notorious gunfighter and town baddie, rose from a chair by the door. ' It were me, shrimp,' he drawled, bunching his gigantic fists. ' What about it ?'
'Oh, well, er' stammered little Pete wretchedly, ' all I wanted to say was ..... when are you going to give it another coat ?'

'The girl beside me in math is very clever,' said Alec to his mother. ' She's got enough brains for two.'
'Perhaps you'd better think of marriage,' said mum.