One woman and one man might have been OK in your grandmother's day, but who wants to marry your grandmother? Not even your grandfather!

Send two dozen roses to Room 424 and put "Emily, I love you" on the back of the bill.

Some day there will have to be some new rules established about name-calling. I don't mean the routine cursing that goes on between husband and wife, but the naming of defenseless, unsuspecting babies.

Whoever named it necking was a poor judge of anatomy.

The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made.

Wages? You want to be wage slaves? Answer me that! Of course not. What is it that makes wage slaves? Wages! I want you to be free. Strike off your chains! Strike up the band! Strike three you're out! Remember, there's nothing like Liberty, except Colliers and The Saturday Evening Post. Be free, now and forever. One and individual. One for all and all for me, and tea for two and six for a quarter.

You're heading for a breakdown. Why don't you pull yourself to pieces?