I Would Rather Be Living In Philadelphia.

Some People Are Born Losers; Others Acquire The Knack Gradually.

Some Weasel Took The Cork Out Of My Lunch.

The Cost Of Living Has Gone Up Another Dollar A Quart.

So Long As The Presence Of Death Lurks With Anyone Who Goes Through The Simple Act Of Swallowing, I Will Make Mine Whiskey.

Never Mind What I Told You - You Do As I Tell You.