The admission fee was a viper's tongue and a half-concealed stiletto. It was a sort of intellectual slaughterhouse.
If you've heard this story before, don't stop me, because I'd like to hear it again.
Don't look now, but there's one too many in this room and I think it's you.
Practically everybody in New York has half a mind to write a book, and does.
I don't have change I'd have to give you nine more books
You're a great brother. You give us a heart attack worrying about your heart attack, which you didn't even have the decency to have!