Quotes & Sayings About Bunbury

He was cut from the scene like a case of the runs from a can-can routine. — Jack Bunbury

My toes are a total wreck, my fingernails worse, and god knows my hair could use a registered nurse. — Jack Bunbury

JACK
That is nonsense. If I marry a charming girl like Gwendolen, and she is the only girl I ever saw in my life that I would marry, I certainly won't want to know Bunbury.
ALGERNON
Then your wife will. You don't seem to realize, that in married life three is company and two is none.
JACK
That, my dear young friend, is the theory that the corrupt French Drama has been propounding for the last fifty years.
ALGERNON
Yes; and that the happy English home has proved in half the time. — Oscar Wilde

I think this is an awfully immoral job of ours. I do, really. Think how we spoil the digestions of the public." "Ah, yes - but think how earnestly we strive to put them right again. We undermine 'em with one hand and build 'em with the other. The vitamins we destroy in the canning, we restore in Revito, the roughage we remove from Peabody's Piper Parritch we make up into a package and market as Bunbury's Breakfast Bran; the stomachs we ruin with Pompayne, we re-line with Peplets to aid digestion. And by forcing the damn-fool public to pay twice over - once to have its food emasculated and once to have the vitality put back again, we keep the wheels of commerce turning and give employment to thousands - including you and me. — Dorothy L. Sayers

She had the buns of Bonnie and the guns of Clyde. — Jack Bunbury

Oh! I killed Bunbury this afternoon ... I mean poor Bunbury died this afternoon.
What did he die of?
Bunbury? Oh, he was exploded! — Oscar Wilde

A man who marries without knowing Bunbury has a very tedious time of it. — Oscar Wilde

I have invented an invaluable permanent invalid called Bunbury, in order that I may be able to go down into the country whenever I choose. — Oscar Wilde

The doctors found out that Bunbury could not live, that is what I mean - so Bunbury died.
He seems to have had great confidence in the opinion of his physicians. I am glad, however, that he made up his mind at the last to some definite course of action, and acted under proper medical advice. — Oscar Wilde

Life is like a fondue: the best fruit ain't the best till it's been through some goo. — Jack Bunbury

Exploded! Was he the victim of a revolutionary outrage? I was not aware that Mr. Bunbury was interested in social legislation. If so, he is well punished for his morbidity. — Oscar Wilde

This ghastly state of things is what you call Bunburying, I suppose?
Algernon. Yes, and a perfectly wonderful Bunbury it is. The most wonderful Bunbury I have ever had in my life.
Jack. Well, you've no right whatsoever to Bunbury here.
Algernon. That is absurd. One has a right to Bunbury anywhere one chooses. Every serious Bunburyist knows that. — Oscar Wilde

This was the kack's cradle, icky-poo's bassinet. It was Death and Diarrhea, singing duet. — Jack Bunbury

The stark evening sun at the far edge of the town had just unzipped the sky and finally gone down. — Jack Bunbury

Bunbury? Oh, he was quite exploded.
Exploded! Was he the victim of a revolutionary outrage? I was not aware that Mr. Bunbury was interested in social legislation. If so, he is well punished for his morbidity.
My dear Aunt Augusta, I mean he was found out! The doctors found out that Bunbury could not , that is what I mean - so Bunbury died.
He seems to have had great confidence in the opinion of his physicians. — Oscar Wilde

Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or to die. This shilly-shallying with the question is absurd. Nor do I in any way approve of the modern sympathy with invalids. I consider it morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others. Health is the primary duty of life. — Oscar Wilde

Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid.
Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or to die. This shillyshallying with the question is absurd. — Oscar Wilde