Roast beef, medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy.

Mustard's no good without roast beef.

I was a little kid and I was fascinated by the roast beef going around the spit. So I took out my little plastic comb and stuck it in the meat. At one point the comb caught on the string used to tie the roast beef. So I went, 'Oh, oh,' and I didn't want to break the motor. So I said, 'OK,' and I walked away.

Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.

A whole roomful of Jews is like a charged battery. The vitality sparks seem to fly, and frequently the result is a short circuit.

It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn't here.