He was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say 'when!'

She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when."

There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'"
"The mood will pass, sir.

He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.

I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

Golf... is the infallible test. The man who can go into a patch of rough alone, with the knowledge that only God is watching him, and play his ball where it lies, is the man who will serve you faithfully and well.