Whatever You Do, You're Going

Happiness Is Being Stuck In An Elevator And Discovering The Ravishing Blonde With You Is A Liquor Salesman With A Case Of Samples.

I'm Not One Of Those Who Spring Up Yelling, "yippee! Another Day!" I'll Grumble And Sulk Around A Couple Of Hours, Reading Newspapers And Trying To Pick Out An Idea I Might Do Something With On The Show. But I Don't Really Start Functioning Until Noon Or Later; Then About Two I Go To The Studio And The Pace Begins To Quicken.

I Was So Naive As A Kid I Used To Sneak Behind The Barn And Do Nothing.

If Variety Is The Spice Of Life, Marriage Is The Big Can Of Leftover Spam.

Last Night, It Was So Cold, The Flashers In New York Were Only Describing Themselves.