“A woman hath nyne lyues like a cat.”

“And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.”

“King Lear: How hath my fool offended?
Regan: He hath shagged me roughly, against my will, and finished too soon.
King Lear: By force- Pocket? He isn't eight-stone on a feast day- he couldn't shag a cat by force.
Pocket: That's not true, sire. If the cat is distracted with a trout, then - well, uh, never mind.”

“He is like a cat. And all cats are thieves.”

“I thought, shivering, that there are things that outweigh comfort, unless one is an old woman or a cat.”

“Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.”

“That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.”

“After all, a woman who doesn't love cats is never going to be make a man happy.”

“If a cat sits on a hot stove, that cat won't sit on a hot stove again. That cat won't sit on a cold stove either. That cat just don't like stoves.”

“So,” Wanda cried, “a woman in furs is nothing more than a large cat, a charged electric battery?”