It was while Princess Margaret was attending a high-society party in New York that the hostess asked her politely how the Queen was keeping. "Which one?" she is reported to have replied with her typically razor-sharp wit. "My sister, my mother or my husband?"
I once watched an angry Zairian official very nearly strip and search the person of a CIA GS 17 who had forgotten to speak politelyjohn stockwell
It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.colette
The outrageous is the reasonable, if introduced politely.charles fort
" Oh, Mr. Wolff, what do you think of Balzac? "Josh politely ceased to masticate, swallowed and answered," I never trade them Curb stocks! "edwin lefèvre
Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.Samuel Beckett
Treat the Jews (express it politely: Jewish petty bourgeoisie) and urban inhabitants in the Ukraine with an iron rod, transferring them to the front, not letting them into the government agencies (except in an insignificant percentage, in particularly exceptional circumstances, under class control).Vladimir Lenin
In my experience, the best way to deal with such people is to politely agree with everything they say, then ignore them.charles stross
Revolution is not a dinner party, nor an essay, nor a painting, nor a piece of embroidery; it cannot be advanced softly, gradually, carefully, considerately, respectfully, politely, plainly, and modestly. A revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another.Mao Tse-tung
" Oh, Mr. Wolff, what do you think of Balzac ? " Josh politely ceased to masticate, swallowed and answered, " I never trade them Curb stocks! "
I once watched an angry Zairian official very nearly strip and search the person of a CIA GS 17 who had forgotten to speak politely
For some reason people who spend 40 years learning everything they can about, say, the Peloponnesian War – and indeed, advancing the body of human knowledge – get all pissy when their contributions are edited away by Randy in Boise who heard somewhere that sword-wielding skeletons were involved. And they get downright irate when asked politely to engage in discourse with Randy until the sword-skeleton theory can be incorporated into the article without passing judgment.
I'm a tough old broad from Brooklyn. Don't try to make me into something I'm not. If you want someone to tiptoe down the Barkley staircase in crinoline and politely ask where the cattle went, get another girl.