Either He's Dead Or My Watch Has

Marriage Is A Wonderful Institution, But Who Wants To Live In An Institution?

I Eat Like A Vulture. Unfortunately The Resemblance Doesn't End There.

If It Gets Any Hotter In Here I Could Use A Big Fan.

To Write An Autobiography Of Groucho Marx Would Be As Asinine As To Read An Autobiography Of Groucho Marx.

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.