Groucho: You Know I Think

You Call This A Party? The Beer Is Warm, The Women Cold And I'm Hot Under The Collar.

Love Flies Out The Door When Money Comes Innuendo.

Patience Is The Art Of Finding Something Else To Do.

Gentlemen, Chicolini Here May Talk Like An Idiot, And Look Like An Idiot, But Don't Let That Fool You: He Really Is An Idiot. I Implore You, Send Him Back To His Father And Brothers, Who Are Waiting For Him With Open Arms In The Penitentiary. I Suggest That We Give Him Ten Years In Leavenworth, Or Eleven Years In Twelveworth.

That's Bad Luck: Three On A Midget. From "at The Circus