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Old McDonald had a farm, ee-aye, ee-aye, oh. And on this farm he shot some guys. Ba-da-bip, ba-da-bing, bang-boom.

Let's face it, comedy is a dead art form. Now tragedy, ha ha ha, that's funny.

I didn't think it was physically possible, but this both sucks and blows.

One of television's great contributions is that it brought murder back into the home, where it belongs.

I laugh in the face of danger, then I run and hide until it goes away.

Ballerina? Well, you sure are my nutcracker.

Oh, my God. I care so little, I almost passed out.

Women: You can't live with them, can't leave 'em on the curb when you're done with them.