I Hate Danny Kaye Movies.

I Have A Long List Of Things That Make Me Mad.

All Three Of My Parents - I Also Had A Stepmother - Were Teachers, And My Dad Taught High School, And As He Always Reminded Me When I Was Going To Spend Some Money On Something, 'your Mother And I, In The Depression, Had To Decide Whether To Spend A Dime On A Loaf Of Bread Or If We Could Go To A Movie With It.'

I'm Not The Guy With The Enormous Comedy Nose Or The Big Feet Or The Bad Posture Or The Whatever; A Physical Comic Has Certain Things.

As Long As People Will Accept Crap, It Will Be Financially Profitable To Dispense It.

When I Was A Kid In Nebraska, A Cantankerous Farmer, Known For Plinking With His '22 At Passing Cars In Which He Perceived Enemies, Ingeniously Rigged Up A Shotgun In His House, Trained On The Inside Of His Front Door So As To Widely Distribute Any Intruder.