I Did What I Could To Inflate

Say Anything About Me, Darling, As Long As It Isn't Boring.

Wracked With A Hangover I Do My Muttering Over A Black Velvet, A Union Of Champagne And Stout. Don't Be Swindled Into Believing There's Any Cure For A Hangover. I've Tried Them All: Iced Tomatoes, Hot Clam Juice, Brandy Peaches. Like The Common Cold It Defies Solution. Time Alone Can Stay It. The Hair Of The Dog? That Way Lies Folly. It's As Logical As Trying To Put Out A Fire With Applications Of Kerosene.

Nobody Can Be Exactly Like Me. Sometimes Even I Have Trouble Doing It.

Do You Know What My Ambition Is In Life? To Be Without Ambition. As Far Back As I Can Remember I've Been Absolutely Hag-ridden. I'd Like To Attain The State Of Mind That The Indians Call Nirvana. That, For Me, Would Happen If I Were Free Of Ambition.

Working On Television Is Like Being Shot Out Of A Cannon. They Cram You All Up With Rehearsals, Then Someone Lights A Fuse And - .bang! - There You Are In Someone's Living Room.