Dostoyevsky described hell as perhaps nothing more than a room with a chair in it. This room has several chairs. A young man sits in one.

I don't advise a haircut, man. All hairdressers are in the employment of the government. Hairs are your aerials. They pick up signals from the cosmos, and transmit them directly into the brain. This is the reason bald-headed men are uptight.

We are indeed drifting into the arena of the unwell.

I've always felt that in a comedy script the stage directions should also have a comedic value.

I like situational comedy when people are being completely serious and yet you can find something extremely funny, not jokes.

There are a hell of a lot of jobs that are scarier than live comedy. Like standing in the operating room when a guy's heart stops, and you're the one who has to fix it!