That's Bad Luck: Three On A Midget.

He's So Full Of Alcohol, If You Put A Lighted Wick In His Mouth He'd Burn For Three Days.

If You Find It Hard To Laugh At Yourself, I Would Be Happy To Do It For You.

The Only Real Laughter Comes From Despair.

Obviously There Was No Point In Being A Bachelor If His Houseman Was Going To Filch His Booze. If He Was Going To Get Robbed, He Might Just As Well Get Married.

I Write By Ear. I Tried Writing With The Typewriter, But I Found It Too Unwieldy