You Can Leave In A Huff. Or

To Write An Autobiography Of Groucho Marx Would Be As Asinine As To Read An Autobiography Of Groucho Marx.

You're The Most Beautiful Woman I've Ever Seen, And That's Not Saying Much For You

If They'd Lower The Taxes And Get Rid Of The Smog And Clean Up The Traffic Mess, I Really Believe I'd Settle Here Until The Next Earthquake.

From The Moment I Picked Your Book Up Until I Laid It Down, I Was Convulsed With Laughter. Someday I Intend Reading It.

If You Find It Hard To Laugh At Yourself, I Would Be Happy To Do It For You.