Satire is what closes on Saturday night.

You've heard of people living in a fool's paradise? Well, Leonora has a duplex there.

Lawyers-they get together all day and say to each other, "What can we postpone next?" The only thing they don't postpone, of course, is their bill, which arrives regularly. You've heard about the man who got the bill from his lawyer which said, "For crossing the street to speak to you and discovering it was not you, twelve dollars."

I like terra firma; the more firma, the less terra.

The kind of doctor I want is one who when he's not examining me is home studying medicine.

There was laughter in the back of the theater, leading to the belief that someone was telling jokes back there.

I've never had any complaints yet!