The only reason to have money is to tell any SOB in the world to go to hell.

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.

The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind.

I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me.

I don't mind if you don't like my manners. I don't like them myself. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings.

The only point in making money is, you can tell some big shot where to go.