The Audience Goes To Sleep Really Quickly!

How Wrong Emily Dickinson Was! Hope Is Not "the Thing With Feathers." The Thing With Feathers Has Turned Out To Be My Nephew. I Must Take Him To A Specialist In Zurich.

I Am Thankful For Laughter, Except When Milk Comes Out Of My Nose.

Just Don't Take Any Class Where You Have To Read Beowulf.

I Was Nauseous And Tingly All Over. I Was Either In Love Or I Had Smallpox.

Sex Between A Man And A Woman Can Be Absolutely Wonderful; Provided You Get Between The Right Man And The Right Woman.