Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.

Lady Nancy Astor: Winston, if you were my husband, I'd poison your tea.
Churchill: Nancy, if I were your husband, I'd drink it.

You'll never find a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me.

'Mr. Churchill, if you were my husband, I'd poison your tea!' And if you were my wife, I would drink it!

My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.

There was not one straight floor from the foundation to the roof; the ceilings were so fantastically clouded by smoke and dust, that old woman might have told fortunes in them better than in grouts of tea;