C.J.: I didn't get where I am today by thinking.
C.J.: I didn't get where I am today selling ice creams tasting of bookends, pumice stone, and West Germany.
Doc Morrissey: Do you find you can't finish the crossword like you used to, nasty taste in the mouth in the mornings, can't stop thinking about sex, can't start doing anything about sex, wake up with a sweat in the mornings, keep falling asleep during '"Play For Today"?
Reginald Perrin: That's extraordinary, Doc! That's exactly how I've been feeling.
Doc Morrissey: So have I. I wonder what it is? Take two aspirins.
C.J.: I didn't get where I am today by sleeping with sweaty, Caledonian chefs.
C.J.: What the eye doesn't see is goose for the gander.
C.J.: I didn't get where I am today by drinking a liquid that's only been tested on pencils.
