A Gun Is No More Dangerous Than

A Horse Which Stops Dead Just Before A Jump And Thus Propels Its Rider Into A Graceful Arc Provides A Splendid Excuse For General Merriment.

But We Are Not Going To Be Able To Survive On This Limited Planet If The Population Keeps On Growing: There Isn't Going To Be Anything Left.

You Were Playing Your Instruments? Or Do You Have Tape Recorders Under Your Seats?

[after Accepting A Gift From A Kenyan Woman] You Are A Woman, Aren't You?

If You Stay Here Much Longer You'll All Be Slitty-eyed.