There is no sweeter sound than the crumbling of one's fellow man.

If it gets any hotter in here I could use a big fan.

Let there be dancing in the streets, drinking in the saloons, and necking in the parlor.

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!

We took pictures of the native girls, but they weren't developed. . . But we're going back next week.

Alimony is like buying hay for a dead horse.

Come on in girls, and leave all hope behind.