Aristocrats Have Heirs; The Poor Have Children;

We Don't Have Anything Planned, So Nothing Can Go Wrong.

Policemen Are Numbered In Case They Get Lost.

I Told You I Was Ill. (on His Headstone)

General: Where Are You From? Spike: London. General: Which Part? Spike: ... Well, All Of Me.

Never Return To A Doctor Whose Office Plants Have Died. After Five Days In Hospital, I Took A Turn For The Nurse.