Oh, why can't we break away from all this, just you and I, and lodge with my fleas in the hills? I mean flee to my lodge in the hills.
I don’t have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They’re upstairs in my socks.
Hello, I must be going.
Humor is reason gone mad.
Every time someone turns on a TV, I go in the other room and read.
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!