Non calor sed umor est qui nobis incommodat.
Di! Ecce hora! Uxor mea me necabit!
Est ne volumen in toga, an solum tibi libet me videre?
Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.
Sentio aliquos togatos contra me conspirare.
Caesar si viveret, ad remum dareris.
Quantum materiae materietur marmota monax si marmota monax materiam possit materiari?
(At a barbeque) Animadvertistine, ubicumque stes, fumum recta in faciem ferri?
Neutiquam erro.
Hocine bibo aut in eum digitos insero?
Vah! Denuone Latine loquebar? Me ineptum. Interdum modo elabitur.
It's not the heat, it's the humidity.
God, look at the time! My wife will kill me!
Is that a scroll in your toga, or are you just happy to see me?
The designated hitter rule has got to go.
I think some people in togas are plotting against me.
If Caesar were alive, you'd be chained to an oar.
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Ever noticed how wherever you stand, the smoke goes right into your face?
I am not lost.
Do I drink this or stick my fingers in it?
Oh! Was I speaking Latin again? Silly me. Sometimes it just sort of slips out.
