Once the rockets are up, who cares where they come down ? That's not my department.

You can raise welts like nobody else, as we dance to the Masochism Tango.

When someone makes a move Of which we don't approve, Who is it that always intervenes? U.N. and O.A.S., They have their place, I guess, But first send the Marines!

The audiences like to think that satire is doing something. But, in fact, it is mostly to leave themselves satisfied. Satisfied rather than angry, which is what they should be.

There's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now, two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow.

Apart from that Mrs Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play?

When correctly viewed, everything is lewd.