The low-ceiling price bazaar for sexual relief was a street called Middie Alley. You could barely get a pushcart through this avenue. Top price-twenty-five cents.

Philadelphia, wonderful town, spent a week there one night

There are better things than sex, but nothing quite like it.

It's a wonderful thing, the D.T.'s. You can travel the world in a couple of hours. You see some mighty funny and curious things that come in assorted colors.

So long as the presence of death lurks with anyone who goes through the simple act of swallowing, I will make mine whiskey.

My daughter wants to throw a stone at a bad man. I stop her from throwing, shaking my head and giving her a little slap. My disapproval is complete. You think: 'That's right, she shouldn't throw a stone even at a villain.' Then I hand her a brick to throw.

I seldom took a drink on the set before 9 a.m.