People Have Grown Fond Of Me, Like

It's A Rather Rude Gesture, But At Least It's Clear What You Mean.

If You Have Fame, You Never Feel That You Have Fame, If You Have The Brains Of A Flea. Because Fame Is Something That's Over Back Of You. It Ain't Ahead.... Not Ahead At All. I Mean, If You've Done It That's Great, But "what Are You Going To Do Now?" Is The Only Thing That Matters.

If You Need A Helping Hand, You Can Find One At The End Of Your Arm.

The Shakes Stop If You Drink Enough, But Then So Does Everything Else.

It Would Be A Terrific Innovation If You Could Get Your Mind To Stretch A Little Further Than The Next Wisecrack.