I was lucky I wasn't a better boxer, or that's what I'd be now - a punchy ex-pug.
I would not have had anything to eat if it wasn't for the stuff the audience threw at me.
The audience was swell. They were so polite they covered their mouths when they yawned.
She spoke perfect English, which led to considerable trouble. She couldn't understand us at all.
Welcome to the Academy Awards, or, as it's known at my house, Passover.
Kids are wonderful, but I like mine barbecued.