Die, My Dear? Why That's The Last

You Bet I'm Shy. I'm A Shyster Lawyer.

With The Possible Exception Of Clothes, Beauty Salons And Frank Sinatra, There Are Few Subjects All Women Agree Upon.

My Plans Are Still In Embryo, A Town On The Edge Of Wishful Thinking.

Wages? You Want To Be Wage Slaves? Answer Me That! Of Course Not. What Is It That Makes Wage Slaves? Wages! I Want You To Be Free. Strike Off Your Chains! Strike Up The Band! Strike Three You're Out! Remember, There's Nothing Like Liberty, Except Colliers And The Saturday Evening Post. Be Free, Now And Forever. One And Individual. One For All And All For Me, And Tea For Two And Six For A Quarter.

Believe Me, You Have To Get Up Early If You Want To Get Out Of Bed.