He bit his lip in a manner which immediately awakened my maternal sympathy, and I helped him bite it.
S. J. PerelmanLove is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
S. J. PerelmanI guess I'm just an old mad scientist at bottom. Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care not who writes the nation's laws.
S. J. Perelman