When I Started In Canada, I Just

Man, Them Engagement Rings, Boy, They Cost A Lot. I Was Looking At 'em. Cost Like A Thousand Bucks, Two Thousand Bucks, Y'know. Three Thousand Bucks. Something Like That- Four Thousand Bucks. Big Number Divisible By A Thousand, Anyways.

A Suspicious Person Is The Rival Of Him That Deceives, Both Seem To Practice A Knowledge Of Cunning Device, And Equable Sense Of Disengenuous Merit.

Whenever I Do Theaters, I Don't Like 'em. I Don't Think They're Right For Stand-up.

There's That Saying, "i Don't Know Art, But I Know What I Like." The Inverse Is Kind Of True. I Know Art, But I Don't Know What I Like. You Get So Immersed In It That Nothing Appeals To You.

This Is A Thing I Read By A Scientist... It Said Scientists Now Say That A Man Thinks About Sex Once Every 7.3 Seconds. Now, I Know What I Think Every 7.3 Seconds. It's Just A Bunch Of Meaningless Gibberish.