Return to me, for my heart wants you only. Hurry home, hurry home, won't you please hurry home to my heart.

I know it's the gentlemanly thing to let the wife file. But, then, everybody knows I'm no gentleman.

Haven't got a girl, but I can wish. So I'll take me down to Main Street and that's where I'll select my imaginary dish.

I take the juice of two bottles of whisky.

Return to me, for my heart wants you only. Hurry home, hurry home, won't you please hurry home to my heart.

There's a statue of Jimmy Stewart in the Hollywood Wax Museum, and the statue talks better than he does.

If you drink don't drive. Don't even putt.