When I invite a woman to dinner, I expect her to look at my face. That's the price she has to pay.
Groucho MarxThe admission fee was a viper's tongue and a half-concealed stiletto. It was a sort of intellectual slaughterhouse.
Groucho MarxBel Air, I am convinced, was laid out by some diabolic sadist who deliberately decided not to use a compass or a surveyor.
Groucho Marx