A hot dog at the game beats roast beef at the Ritz.

Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains!

I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis.

There never seems to be any trouble brewing around a bar until a woman puts that high heel over the brass rail. Don't ask me why, but somehow women at bars seem to create trouble among men.

The only point in making money is, you can tell some big shot where to go.

I let my drinking do the talking.

There are certain sections of New York, Major, that I wouldn't advise you to try to invade.