Once in a while, when I'm alone, I think about my age. I think, How many more years do I have on this earth? But I can't really conceive of dying. Somehow, in my head, I don't think I'll die. I know that everybody dies, of course. I just think that it'll never come to me. It's crazy, but there it is.

I have no idea what I'm going to say when I stand up to give a toast. But I do know that anything I say I find funny.

I do situations and make fun of authority and life.

Alan King, a comedian I adored, was considered society, and I was considered the Jewish kid from the neighborhood.

Al Capone's my uncle. The old days were a lot different. The Latin Casino was the big time. When I got there I figured that I was doing pretty good, because remember, I started in nothing but after hours joints. I can't even name them now, but that's how I got noticed.

It's just to break things up between stand-up gigs. I would only do it periodically. Maybe just an East Coast thing.

Room service is great if you want to pay $500 for a club sandwich.