Saddam has left the building

- A to zabili nam Ferdynanda - rzekła posługaczka do pana Szwejka (...)
- Którego Ferdynanda, pani Müllerowo - zapytał Szwejk nie przestając masować kolan. - Ja znam dwóch Ferdynandów: jeden jest posługaczem u drogisty Pruszy i przez pomyłkę wypił tam razu pewnego jakieś smarowanie na porost włosów, a potem znam jeszcze Ferdynanda Kokoszkę, tego, co zbiera psie gówienka. Obu nie ma co żałować.
- Ależ , proszę pana, pana arcyksięcia Ferdynanda, tego z Konopisztu, tego tłustego, pobożnego.
- Jezus Maria! - zawołał Szwejk. - A to dobre! A gdzie się też to panu arcyksięciu przytrafiło?
(Przygody dobrego wojaka Szwejka podczas wojny światowej, przeł. Hulka-Jaskowski P., t. I, wyd. 10, Warszawa 1976, s. 9)

After Elvis had given his final encore and left the stage, the crowd headed for the exits, even though many other Hayride acts were still waiting to perform. Logan took the microphone and pleaded with Elvis's fans to return to their seats: "Please, young people . . . Elvis has left the building. He has gotten in his car and driven away. . . . Please take your seats." The words became part of the Elvis legend and were repeated at many subsequent shows. Now they're a catchphrase whose meaning, usually tinged with irony, is clear to all: the show's over, the curtain has fallen, the sun has set, that's all she wrote, the fat lady has sung, our work here is done, move along, nothing more to see, disperse, beat it, turn the page, hit the road, don't forget to tip your waitress, pack it up, turn out the lights, das ist alles, time's up, toodle-oo, exeunt omnes, class dismissed, back to work, don't let the screen door hit you where the good Lord split you, end of story, that's all there is there ain't no more, so long, hasta la vista, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here, later gator, 30, buh-bye, get lost, ite missa est, the end, finito, Scotty, beam me up.

Historia dzieje się na naszych oczach. Saddam opuścił budynek.