Many years ago friends of mine sang as a husband-and-wife duet, and did a lot of bar gigs in the ski country. To say that their songs didn't get listened to as they deserved is the grossest understatement.

When they finished on the noisiest nights, the wife liked to smile charmingly and say into the mike, very sincerely, "F*** you, f*** you Very much!" Only those few of us who were really listening ever caught it.