“Pardon me for loitering in front of an orchestra.”

“Pardon me I've got nothing to say.”

“Pardon me, Highness, a women waits whithout."
"Whithout what?”

“I think that's easier to read. Pardon me. Less difficult to read.”

“She [Clinton] walks in front of me, she walks in front of me, you know. And when she walked in front of me, believe me I wasn't impressed.”

“Don’t come before the orchestra is you have not mastered the score; don’t practise or learn the score ‘on the orchestra”

“Four strings across the bridge,
Ready to carry me over,
Over the quavers, drunk in the bars,
Out of the realm of the orchestra…”

“Pardon me, my friends, I have ventured to paint my happiness on the wall.”

“The guitar is a miniature orchestra in itself.”

“O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!”