Groucho: You know I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world? Woman: Really? Groucho: No, but I don't mind lying if it gets me somewhere.
Don't look now, but there's one too many in this room and I think it's you.
I worked my way up from nothing to a state of extreme poverty.
Practically everybody in New York has half a mind to write a book, and does.
Go, and never darken my towels again
My mother loved children - she would have given anything if I had been one.