You know, you only have a date with destiny tonight, my dear, and you must be prepared to be dressed as pretty as possible.
Interesting thing, a tuxedo. Lends distinction to friends and anonymity to waiters.
Do you like pain? Try wearing a corset.
— I got a leg, three breasts and a wing.
— How do you find clothes that fit?
Let me teach you a trick. If you look people in the eye, they'll never notice what you're wearing.
There could be a mathematical explanation for how bad your tie is.
It would be mortifying to the feelings of many ladies, could they be made to understand how little the heart of man is affected by what is costly or new in their attire; how little it is biased by the texture of their muslin, and how unsusceptible of peculiar tenderness towards the spotted, the sprigged, the mull, or the jackonet. Woman is fine for her own satisfaction alone. No man will admire her the more, no woman will like her the better for it. Neatness and fashion are enough for the former, and a something of shabbiness or impropriety will be most endearing to the latter.
As long as I have one ass instead of two, I'll wear what I like... if t hat's all right with you?