When I Can't Sleep, I Read A

[madame Nhu Was] The Sandra Dee Of South Vietnam. If I Were Cast On A Desert Island With Her, I Would Quickly Make Friends With The Natives.

You Can't Possibly Hear The Last Movement Of Beethoven's Seventh And Go Slow. (oscar Trying To Talk His Way Out Of A Speeding Ticket)

Talent's Like A Baby. Wrap It Up In Wool And It Goes To Sleep.

George, If You Had To Do It All Over, Would You Fall In Love With Yourself Again?

So Little Time And So Little To Do.