I love spaghetti and sex, sometimes together. My dream of heaven is walking naked through fields of pasta fazool.
The thing is to be brave and move the audience with you, instead of cater to the lowest common denominator, you know, slipping on a banana peel and falling on your ass. You got to move the audience a little further ahead in terms of their appreciation of what is comedy. It's complicated.
Good taste is the enemy of comedy.
Immortality is a by-product of good work.
If Shaw and Einstein couldn't beat death, what chance have I got? Practically none.
The only thing we don't have a god for is premature ejaculation... but I hear that it's coming quickly.