And Stop Pointing That Beard At Me,

Firefly: Where Is Your Husband? Mrs. Teasdale: Why, He's Dead. Firefly: I'll Bet He's Just Using That As An Excuse. Mrs. Teasdale: I Was With Him To The Very End. Firefly: Hmmph. No Wonder He Passed Away. Mrs. Teasdale: I Held Him In My Arms And Kissed Him. Firefly: Oh I See. Then, It Was Murder.

I'll Teach You To Kick Me...' You Don't Need To Teach Me--i Already Know How!

Since My Daughter Is Only Half-jewish, Could She Go In The Water Up To Her Knees?

I Can See You In The Kitchen Bending Over A Hot Stove, And I Can't See The Stove

I Hate London When It's Not Raining.