I'm giving these in little (or, well, sort of little!) bites and possibly no one is interested, but I'm doing an Uncle Bill and replying to myself over and over again....from page three:

From the movie He Said, She Said:
– "Pithy! Dumb, but pithy!"
– "Classy, with a capital K."

From Robert Graves' Wife to Mr Milton:
– Do you, then, a witling, a sot, a mouther, a pettifogger, born only to transcribe or steal from good authors, do you indeed imagine that you are able to write any book of your own acceptable to posterity? Nay, Fool, the coming age will wrap you in a bundle of your own fusty writings and consign you to oblivion ... – John Milton, from The Defence of the English People (quoted on p385)
– Yet there are two unlike manners in which a woman – for here I can write only of women – may become aware of a glance directed at her; either with a gross disgust as though someone were taking liberty with her body, or, it may be, with a deep delight as though the eye conferred a lasting benefit upon her, so that, were she a cat, she could cry 'purr, purr'. (2nd PP, p37)

From Warren Clements' The Challenge (72) in the Globe & Mail: The challenge was to compose a forced apology containing the hint of a further insult:
– I'm sorry. Had I known you were going to lose, I wouldn't have won by a mile.
– I'm sorry. I was wrong when I said your photographs weren't worth blowing up.
– I'm sorry I was critical of the recent performance of your new trombone concerto. I can truly say I've never heard anything like it.
– I'm sorry, it was cruel of me to say that you're totally brainless.
– I didn't mean to interrupt. I hadn't realized you were saying anything.
– I regret calling you a halfwit, but in the heat of argument I tend to exaggerate.
– I apologize, you're not as stupid as you look.
– I'm sorry I called you an ignoramus. That means a dummy.
– My apologies. I was wrong when I said you were about as much use as a hole in the ground.
– I'm sorry I didn't seem to be listening to you. I was thinking about something interesting.
– Sorry, I forgot we had met before. I have a terrible memory for trivia.

From the Globe & Mail's Social Studies section – On the road again – For those driving home from Thanksgiving festivities today, here are some sophisticated terms related to fellow road users:
– Branch library: Driver who reads behind the wheel.
– Busy signal: Near–miss by someone talking on a car phone.
– Captain canine: Driver with a dog in his lap.
– Date night: Female passenger sitting right up against the male driver.
– Directionally impaired: Driver who signals one way, turns another.
– Legend in his own mind: Person driving a new convertible with stereo on at 103 decibels.
– Metal mamas: Chrome naked ladies on mud flaps.
– Rip van Winkle: Turned left four months ago, signal still on.