From Dorothy Parker's "The Waltz"

I most certainly will not dance with you. I'll see you in hell first.

Why, thank you, I'd like to awfully, but I'm having labor pains.

Oh, yes, do let's dance together -- it's so nice to meet a man who isn't a scaredy-cat about catching my beri-beri.

No.

There was nothing for me to do, but say I'd adore to.

Well, we might as well get it over with.

All right, Cannonball, let's run out on the field. You won the toss; you can lead.