"Work, the what's-its-name of the thingummy and the thing-um-a-bob of the what d'you-call-it." — P.G. Wodehouse

So was victory turned into defeat, and Billy's jaw became squarer and his eye more full of the light of battle than ever.

"Elementary, my dear Watson, elementary," murmured Psmith. (Earlier usage of the precise words "Elementary, my dear Watson" has been found in the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.)