When Insults Had Class [by Terence Winch]

Churchill

With thanks to Terence Winch, here are some well-turned insults from back in the day before the era of the ubiquitous four-letter word.

Lady Astor: “If you were my husband I’d give you poison.”

Churchill: “If you were my wife, I’d drink it”

[Note: it has to be said that Churchill is the Yogi Berra of witty British repartee; when you’re not sure who came up with the bon mot, Winston’s your man.]

A member of Parliament to Disraeli: “Sir, you will either die on the gallows or  of some unspeakable disease.”

“That  depends, Sir,” said Disraeli, “whether I embrace your policies or your  mistress.”

“He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.” — Winston Churchill

“He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends..” — Oscar Wilde

“I  am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend. . . if you have one.”

— George Bernard Shaw to Winston  Churchill

“Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second. . . if there is one.” — Winston Churchill, in response.

[This exchange has been attributed to Shaw and James Whistler.]

“He is a self-made man and worships his creator.” — John  Bright

“In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily.” – Charles, Count Talleyrand

“Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?” — Mark Twain

[A retort a philatelist has to love.]

“His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.” — Mae  West

[In a fit of remorse, a convicted murderer said, “my father should have used a condom!”]

“Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.” — Oscar  Wilde

“He  uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts . . . for support rather  than illumination.”

— Andrew Lang  (1844-1912)

“He has Van Gogh’s ear for music.” — Billy Wilder

“I’ve  had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.” — Groucho Marx

from the archive; September 16, 2009

       

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