Love Flies Out The Door When Money

You're Heading For A Breakdown. Why Don't You Pull Yourself To Pieces?

Policeman: "a Hermit Eh? Then Why's Your Table Set For Four?" Groucho: "that's Nothing. My Alarm Clock Is Set For Eight.

Room Service? Send Up A Larger Room.

The Admission Fee Was A Viper's Tongue And A Half-concealed Stiletto. It Was A Sort Of Intellectual Slaughterhouse.

Hello, I Must Be Going.