If You Were A Man, You'd Go

Man Does Not Control His Own Fate. The Women In His Life Do That For Him.

I Made A Killing On Wall Street A Few Years Ago...i Shot My Broker.

Whoever Named It Necking Was A Poor Judge Of Anatomy.

He [groucho's Father] Had Absolutely No Training, And If You Had Ever Seen One Of His Suits, You'd Realize What An Accurate Statement That Is. You See, Pop Never Used A Tape Measure. He Didn't Believe In It. He Said He Could Just Look At A Man And Tell His Size, With The Result That Frequently He'd Make A Pair Of Pants With One Trouser Leg Seven Or Eight Inches Longer Than The Other.

This Book Was Written In Those Long Hours I Spent Waiting For My Wife To Get Dressed To Go Out. And If She Had Never Gotten Dressed At All This Book Would Never Have Been Written.