It’s always the pretty ones who try to kill you.[to Midge]
Believe me, honey, if there’s a hell, I’m the headliner.[to Midge]
At some point, every Jew must live in Florida. It’s in the Torah.
3:00 in the afternoon… A pen, a notebook and a drink. All you need is a social disease, and you are officially a road comic.[to Midge]