The Doctor's Name Was Sylvia. I Told

Comedy Is Exaggerated Realism. It Can Be Stretched To The Almost Ludicrous, But It Must Always Be Believable.

The Dining Room In My Old House Was Truly Magnificent, But By Far The Worst Room For Conversation. I'd Get Up From The Table, A Very Long Table, And Somebody Would Always Say, Paul, I Never Got To Talk To You.

I Have An Ulcer. It Has An Iq Of 185.

My Father Was Adamant In His Disapproval Of My Interest In Show Business.

I Don't Know Who The Hell Paul Lynde Is, Or Why He's Funny, And I Prefer It To Be A Mystery To Me.