Boys, if you don't stick together, how do you expect me to follow you-ah?

Boys, look like you're having fun, but don't have any. (To his band just before going on the air)

Over and over I marvel at the blessings of my life: Each year has grown better than the last.

In spite of the Depression, or maybe because of it, folks were hungry for a good time, and an evening of dancing seemed a good way to have it.

My accent remained terrible. It was very hard for me to initiate any conversation with someone I didn't know.

One time I introduced my orchestra as the Shampoo Music Makers instead of the Champagne Music Makers.