My son is 21. He'll be 22 if I let him.
My wife loves to shop at Bloomingdale's. I bring her mail there twice a week.
You have a nice personality, but not for a human being.
My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that's not so bad; but New York City?
What's the use of happiness? It can't buy you money.
A priest is sent to Alaska. A bishop goes up to visit one year later. The bishop asks, How do you like it up here? The priest says, If it wasn't for my Rosary, and 2 martinis a day, I'd be lost. Bishop, would you like a martini? Yes. Rosary, get the bishop a martini!