I love to go to Washington - if only to be near my money.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.

I've always wanted to go to Switzerland to see what the army does with those wee red knives.

I like children - fried.

When God sneezed, I didn't know what to say.

I bought some batteries, but they weren't included.

I knew I was an unwanted baby when I saw that my bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

I can speak Esperanto like a native.

If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?

Why do they call it rush hour when nothing moves?