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I Have This Terrific Make-up Man. But He's Expensive. I Have To Bring Him In From Lourdes.

Seventy Years Of Ad-lib Material, And I Am Speechless.

I'm So Old They've Cancelled My Blood Type.

Eighty Is When You Order A Steak And The Headwaiter Puts It Through The Blender. Or When You Wake Up As Many Times During The Night As Burt Reynolds, But Not For The Same Reason.

We Flew Over To England By The Same Route Churchill Took. It Was Easy. All We Had To Do Was Follow The Cigar Ashes.