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Satire Is Tragedy Plus Time. You Give It Enough Time, The Public, The Reviewers Will Allow You To Satirize It. Which Is Rather Ridiculous, When You Think About It.

You Can't Just Run Out And Start The Car Until Some Cat Invents A Car.

The Only Honest Art Form Is Laughter, Comedy. You Can't Fake It.

That's Where The Conflict Starts. We All Want For A Wife A Combination Sunday School Teacher And A $500-a-night Hooker.

I've Been Accused Of Bad Taste, And I'll Go Down To My Grave Accused Of It And Always By The Same People, The Ones Who Eat In Restaurants That Reserve The Right To Refuse Service To Anyone.