I don't want to seem always to be criticizing your methods of voice production, Jeeves, I said, but I must inform you that that 'Well, sir' of yours is in many respects fully as unpleasant as your 'Indeed, sir?
One of the rummy things about Jeeves is that, unless you watch like a hawk, you very seldom see him come into a room.
I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
We Woosters freeze like the dickens when we seek sympathy and meet with cold reserve. "Nothing further Jeeves", I said with quiet dignity.
What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.
Well, there it is. That's Jeeves. Where others merely smite the brow and clutch the hair, he acts. Napoleon was the same.
I pity the shrimp that matches wits with you Jeeves
There was a sound in the background like a distant sheep coughing gently on a mountainside. Jeeves sailing into action.
-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter
There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'" "The mood will pass, sir.