I Was Mad At The Time, Or

Silence Is Of The Gods; Only Monkeys Chatter.

The Funny Thing About Our Act Is That Dad Gets The Worst Of It, Although I'm The One Who Apparently Receives The Bruises [...] The Secret Is In Landing Limp And Breaking The Fall With A Foot Or A Hand. It's A Knack. I Started So Young That Landing Right Is Second Nature With Me. Several Times I'd Have Been Killed If I Hadn't Been Able To Land Like A Cat. Imitators Of Our Act Don't Last Long, Because They Can't Stand The Treatment.

All My Life I Have Been Happiest When The Folks Watching Me Said To Each Other, `look At The Poor Dope, Wilya?

I Don't Act, Anyway. The Stuff Is All Injected As We Go Along. My Pictures Are Made Without Script Or Written Directions Of Any Kind

No Man Can Be A Genius In Slapshoes And A Flat Hat.