I'm going to Iowa for an award. Then I'm appearing at Carnegie Hall, it's sold out. Then I'm sailing to France to be honored by the French government - I'd give it all up for one erection.
But what makes wage slaves? Wages!
Why, I'd horse-whip you if I had a horse.
If we had some eggs we could have eggs and ham, if we had some ham.
I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.
You're heading for a breakdown. Why don't you pull yourself to pieces?