Jeeves the Buttler
Here are some of the best quotes of Jeeves the buttler from the
classic pG Wodehouse books.
- She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when."
- The Duke of Dunstable had one-way pockets. He would walk ten miles in the snow to chisel an orphan out of tuppence.
- The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun
- It is a good rule in life never to apologize.
The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them
- I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don't know what I did before that . . . just loafed, I suppose.
- As for Gussie Finknottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming on sight
- Marriage isn't a process of prolonging the life of love, but of mummifying the corpse
- Her face was shining like the seat of a bus-driver's trousers
- A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of someone who had searched for the leak in life's gas pipe with a lighted candle
- "Have you ever tasted such filthy coffee?" "Never" said Joe, though he had lived in French hotels
- Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks
- I pressed down the mental accelerator
- The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea
- There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine
- He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more
- I always advise people never to give advice
- She gave me the sort of look she would have given a leper she wasn't fond of
- Wilfred Allsop was sitting up, his face pale, his eyes glassy, his hair disordered.
He looked like the poet Shelley after a big night out with Lord Byron
- She wrinkles her nose at me as if I were a drain that had got out of order
- The Aberdeen terrier gave me an unpleasant look and said something under his breath in Gaelic
- Her eye swivelling round stopped me like a bullet. The Wedding Guest, if you remember, had the same trouble with the Ancient Mariner
- There is a fog sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn - season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
- I explain this to Jeeves and he said the same thing had bothered Hamlet