You're Thinking About Something, My Dear, And

But, I Nearly Forgot, You Must Close Your Eyes Otherwise You Won't See Anything.

I Cannot Even Pretend To Feel As Much Interest In Boys As In Girls.

You May Charge Me With Murder--or Want Of Sense-- (we Are All Of Us Weak At Times): But The Slightest Approach To A False Pretence Was Never Among My Crimes!

Of All Things, I Do Like A Conspiracy! It's So Interesting!

You Can't Be That Good; You Work For Me.