Holy, holy, holy is the highest drollery.

Give me drollery or give me deft.

The circumspect may be elect, but the droll — they get the girl!

Control’s the goal of the foot bridge troll — and the droll.

The droll buffoon may swoon past noon, but late at night, charm and delight.

The world will go dark when we lose the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of drollery.

To make a good speech don’t preach or screech, be wry and dry, end with a lie.

Survive speeches — mock in the back, yuck it up in the front.

Wag and brag but never nag.

Toast all brides with snide asides.

One can never be overdressed; one can over-jest.

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