Goodnight, My Darlings, I'll See You Tomorrow.

I Can Take Any Amount Of Criticism, As Long As It Is Unqualified Praise.

Of Course, The Age-old Tradition That A Star Must Appear Even If He Or She Is Practically Dying Is An Excellent One, But It Can Be Carried Too Far. I One Played A Performance Of The Knight Of The Burning Pestle With A Temperature Of 103 And Gave Sixteen Members Of The Company Mumps, Thereby Closing The Play And Throwing Everybody Out Of Work. There May Be A Moral Lurking Somewhere In This, But I Cannot For The Life Of Me Discover What It Is.

I'm Not A Heavy Drinker, I Can Sometimes Go For Hours Without Touching A Drop.

Christmas Is At Our Throats Again.

I'm An Enormously Talented Man, And There's No Use Pretending That I'm Not.