The bourguignon was just a little tough.

Maybe the way you are eating your jaws are getting tired.

Speaking of overworked jaws, why don't you treat yours to a sabbatical and fetch me a wine list?

[holding up her wine glass]

This is all they have.

This? The last time I saw a specimen like this, they had to shoot the horse!

How lucky can you get? In one evening a Rockefeller... and a Groucho Marx.

Oh, they didn't shoot a real horse... just a costume with two waiters in it.

I shall think of a sharp retort while I am getting your roast chicken.

It's a wise man who knows when to throw in the towel.

And it is a moron who gives advice to a horse's arse.