From Polly Preferred, by Guy Bolton:

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Even her favorite invocation hadn't helped; the love of Pete didn't prevent her blouse from being stained.

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"I seen you had the genius of a Sarah Bernhardt the first time I set me penetratin' orbs on you, and I've never had to change spectacles since."

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"Maybe if I try a new sandwich I can make a fresh start."

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She stood all unconscious, studying the sandwiches as profoundly as if they had been examples in Trigonometry.

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Raising an imaginary monocle to her eye, [she] looked him over.

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Moving pictures!...That magic world in which heroes heroed, in which beauties beauted....

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"I don't know how it is, but you make nonsense turn to sense."

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[A mashup of "asking for the moon" and "the moon is made of green cheese"]

"Oh, I wonder if I can have a cigarette?" Polly asked sweetly.
"Can you!" Let her ask for a slice of the moon's green cheese, and Joe would promptly sharpen the knife to carve it.

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"I need the walk to keep down my embongpong."

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[I *think* Bolton is breaking the fourth wall here.]

But he wasn't going to give up his grouch. That, at least, he might indulge in to the end of the chapter.
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[Bonus: An employee of a busy automat restaurant ironically suggests he can ask "Mrs. Automat" (i.e., a quaint, nonexistent owner) to accommodate a customer's special request.]