Never Explain What You Do. It Speaks

Ourchestra: So You Haven't Got A Drum, Just Beat Your Belly. So I Haven't Got A Horn-i'll Play My Nose. So We Haven't Any Cymbals- We'll Just Slap Our Hands Together, And Though There May Be Orchestras That Sound A Little Better With Their Fancy Shiny Instruments That Cost An Awful Lot- Hey, We're Making Music Twice As Good By Playing What We've Got!

Thanksgiving Dinner's Sad And Thankless. Christmas Dinner's Dark And Blue. When You Stop And Try To See It From The Turkey's Point Of View.

Listen To The Mustn'ts, Child. Listen To The Don'ts. Listen To The Shouldn'ts, The Impossibles, The Won'ts. Listen To The Never Haves, Then Listen Close To Me... Anything Can Happen, Child. Anything Can Be.

I Was So Lucky That I Didn't Have Anyone To Copy, Be Impressed By. I Had Developed My Own Style, I Was Creating Before I Knew There Was A Thurber, A Benchley, A Price And A Steinberg. I Never Saw Their Work Until I Was Around Thirty.

You'd Better Get Your Laugh While You're Making Your Point, Or You Won't Be Doing It Very Long.