A story attributed to Sir Winston Churchill. There two variations of the story. First goes: [i] There was a Countess with whom Churchill was the bitterest of enemies. Whenever they encountered one another, they never missed an opportunity to express their distaste for one another. One evening at a state dinner, they again ran into one another, and she immediately began counting off his numerous faults in her eyes. At about a minute, Churchill simply asks her, "Would you go to bed with me for a million pounds". Taken aback by the question, she stops and says, "I'd have to think about it." Churchill immediately counters with, 'Well would you got bed with me for 25 pounds?" Outraged the Countess huffs, "I'd NEVER. I'm not that kind of woman...." [/i] [b] Churchill then cheekily replies, "Oh we've already established that you are INDEED that kind of woman. All we're doing now is HAGGLING OVER THE PRICE."[/b] The other version goes about the same. But when when the Countess starts insulting Churchill she insists "You're a drunk". Churchill replies, "Yes I am.....and you're ugly. But come the morning I'll be sober, and you'll still be ugly."