You Can't Eat Compliments.

I Feel Sorry For Little Babies... When A Little Baby Is Born Into This Cold World, He's Confused! He's Frightened! He Needs Something To Cheer Him Up... The Way I See It, As Soon As A Baby Is Born, He Should Be Issued A Banjo!

I Proved To You That Psychiatry Is An Exact Science!" "an Exact Science?!" "yes, You Owe Me Exactly One Hundred And Forty-three Dollars!

My Mind Reels With Sarcastic Replies.

I Want To Know About Life! I Want Some Real Answers..." "five." "five?!" "i Thought That Was A Pretty Good Answer!

There's Nothing Like Unrequited Love To Take All The Flavor Out Of A Peanut Butter Sandwich.