There Are Never Enough I Love You's.

You Got A Million Drug Laws Now Because The Bosses Figured There Was More Money In Putting People In Jail Than Taxing Something Anyone Can Grow On A Window Sill.

Wouldn't It Be Nice If All The People Who Are Lonesome Could Live In One Big Dormitory, Sleep In Beds Next To Each Other, Talk, Laugh, And Keep The Lights On As Long As They Want To?

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.

If You Believe There Is A God, A God That Made Your Body, And Yet You Think That You Can Do Anything With That Body That's Dirty, Then The Fault Lies With The Manufacturer.

Part Of The Kick Of Making People Laugh Was Doing Something Different. We Were A Rare Breed - Spotting One Of Us Was Like Pinning A Space Alien, Or Abdominal Snowman. There Were Maybe A Hundred Stand-ups In The Whole Country When I Was Doing It.