I've Been Married Forty-five Years. I Think

I Gave Up Accounting. I Went In For About Six Months Writing Ad Copy. I Was Fired From That, And Then Another Guy And I Did A Kind Of Poor Man's Bob And Ray Kind Of Syndicated Radio Show. Then I Decided To Stick It Out And See What Happened. I'd Give It A Year, A Year Became Two Years, And Then Two Years Became Three Years, And Then Along Came The Record Album.

I Don't Have A Stack Of Scripts...

I Didn't Need The Elf Outfit To Play An Elf; I Could Just Play An Elf.

The Reason I'm A Psychologist Is Based In Part On My Telephone Routines. Much Of My Humor Comes Out Of Reaction To What Other People Are Saying. A Psychologist Is A Man Who Listens, Who Is Sympathetic.

Marriage And Fatherhood Heighten The Disillusion That We All Think We Are Born Handy. We Confidently Believe That We Can Fix Things Around The House, As If It's Part Of The Collective Brain That Was Further Enhanced By Eighth-grade Shop Class.