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If they ever come up with a swashbuckling school, I think one of the courses should be laughing, then jumping off something.

Children need encouragement.  If a kid gets an answer right, tell him it was a lucky guess.  That way he develops a good, lucky feeling.

It's too bad that whole families have to be torn apart by something as simple as wild dogs.

Better not take a dog on the space shuttle, because if he sticks his head out when you're coming home his face might burn up.

If you're at a Thanksgiving dinner, but you don't like the stuffing or the cranberry sauce or anything else, just pretend like you're eating it, but instead, put it all in your lap and form it into a big mushy ball.  Then, later, when you're out back having cigars with the boys, let out a big fake cough and throw the ball to the ground.  Then say, "Boy, these are good cigars!"

I bet if you were a mummy wrapper in ancient Egypt, one thing you would constantly find yourself telling people would be, "Be sure, before I start, you have all the jewelry and so forth on the body, because I am NOT unwrapping him later."

We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients.  But we can't scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.

Even though I was their captive, the Indians allowed me quite a bit of freedom.  I could walk freely, make my own meals, and even hurl large rocks at their heads.  It was only later that I discovered that they were not Indians at all but only dirty-clothes hampers.

To me, truth is not some vague, foggy notion.  Truth is real.  And, at the same time, unreal.  Fiction and fact and everything in between, plus some things I can't remember, all rolled into one big "thing." This is truth, to me.

To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other.

The next time I have meat and mashed potatoes, I think I'll put a very large blob of potatoes on my plate with just a little piece of meat.  And if someone asks me why I didn't get more meat, I'll just say, "Oh, you mean this?" and pull out a big piece of meat from inside the blob of potatoes, where I've hidden it.  Good magic trick, huh?

If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid looking in a mirror, because I bet that will really throw you into a panic.

When you go in for a job interview, I think a good thing to ask is if they ever press charges.

If you see an animal and you can't tell if it's a skunk or a cat, here's a good saying to help: "Black-and-white, stinks all right.  Tabby-colored, likes a fella."

I bet the main reason the police keep people away from a plane crash is they don't want anybody walking in and lying down in the crash stuff, then, when somebody comes up, act like they just woke up and go, "What was THAT?!"

As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch for Rocks." Marta said it should read "Watch for Pretty Rocks." I told her she should write in her suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a joke -- just to get out of writing a simple letter! And I thought I was lazy!

Can't the Marx Brothers be arrested and maybe even tortured for all the confusion and problems they've caused?

Worship the potato? The idea seemed silly to me.  But then I thought, what else is more deserving of worship? It's simple, it comes from the earth, and it can kill you if you disobey it.

A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of dynamite.  Then you call the guy and hold the burning fuse up to the phone.  "Hear that?" you say.  "That's dynamite, baby."

Ambition is like a frog sitting on a Venus Flytrap.  The flytrap can bite and bite, but it won't bother the frog because it only has little tiny plant teeth.  But some other stuff could happen and it could be like ambition.

I think a new, different kind of bowling should be "carpet bowling." It's just like regular bowling, only the lanes are carpet instead of wood.  I don't know why we should do this, but my God, we've got to try something!

If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you think liked dolphins the most? I'd say Flippy, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong, though.  It's Hambone.

One thing kids like is to be tricked.  For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse.  "Oh, no," I said.  "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down, he thought it was a pretty good joke.  I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.

Many people never stop to realize that a tree is a living thing, not that different from a tall, leafy dog that has roots and is very quiet.

I believe in making the world safe for our children, but not our children's children, because I don't think children should be having sex.

If you ever teach a yodeling class, probably the hardest thing is to keep the students from just trying to yodel right off.  You see, we BUILD to that.

I wish a robot would get elected president.  That way, when he came to town, we could all take a shot at him and not feel too bad.

When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman.  After school we'd all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us.  It wasn't until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear.

When you go to a party at somebody's house, don't automatically assume that the drinks are free.  Ask, and ask often.

You know something that would really make me applaud? A guy gets stuck in quicksand, then sinks, then suddenly comes shooting out, riding on water skis! How do they do that?!

When you go ice-skating, try not to swing your arms too much, because that really annoys me.

Here's a good tip for when you go to the beach: A sand dollar may look like a nice cracker that someone left, but trust me, they don't taste like it.

If you think a weakness can be turned into a strength, I hate to tell you this, but that's another weakness.

When you're riding in a time machine way far into the future, don't stick your elbow out the window, or it'll turn into a fossil.

Ambition is like a frog sitting on a Venus Flytrap.  The flytrap can bite and bite, but it won't bother the frog because it only has little tiny plant teeth.  But some other stuff could happen and it could be like ambition.

Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down.  I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell.  When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.

The whole town laughed at my great-grandfather, just because he worked hard and saved his money.  True, working at the hardware store didn't pay much, but he felt it was better than what everybody else did, which was go up to the volcano and collect the gold nuggets it shot out every day.  It turned out he was right.  After forty years, the volcano petered out.  Everybody left town, and the hardware store went broke.  Finally he decided to collect gold nuggets too, but there weren't many left by then.  Plus, he broke his leg and the doctor's bills were real high.

If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I'm a coward.

Laurie got offended that I used the word "puke." But to me, that's what her dinner tasted like.

Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even the elephant.  It's a shark riding on an elephant's back, just trampling and eating everything they see.

I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on fire.  No, I didn't.  Just kidding.  I just said that to help illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out.  Another emotion is greed, as when you kill someone for money, or something like that.  Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet.

If I ever opened a trampoline store, I don't think I'd call it Trampo-Land, because you might think it was a store for tramps, which is not the impression we are trying to convey with our store.  On the other hand, we would not prohibit tramps from browsing, or testing the trampolines, unless a tramp's gyrations seemed to be getting out of control.

We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients.  But we can't scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.

He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land.  He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her.  But when he kissed her, she disintegrated.  Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, "Dust to dust," some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them.  At his hanging, he told the others, "I'll be waiting for you in heaven -- with a gun."

If you ever crawl inside an old hollow log and go to sleep, and while you're in there some guys come and seal up both ends and then put it on a truck and take it to another city, boy, I don't know what to tell you.

Even though he was an enemy of mine, I had to admit that what he had accomplished was a brilliant piece of strategy.  First, he punched me, then he kicked me, then he punched me again.

The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me.  I remember we'd all pile into the car -- I forget what kind it was -- and drive and drive.  I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there.  The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played.  I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home.  I guess some things never leave you.

If you're in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins.  Maybe it'll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.

When people say that the desert is lifeless, it just makes me want to grab them by the collar and yell, "Why you stupid, stupid bastard!" Then I drive them out into the desert to where the circus is, and point out the many forms of zebra and clown life.

If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron.  That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like "Hey, look.  He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron.  The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.

When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven.  It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmmmmmm, boy.

I wouldn't be surprised if someday some fishermen caught a big shark and cut it open, and there inside was a whole person.  Then they cut the person open, and in him is a little baby shark.  And in the baby shark there isn't a person, because it would be too small.  But there's a little doll or something, like a Johnny Combat little toy guy -- something like that.

I wish I lived back in the old west days, because I'd save up my money for about twenty years so I could buy a solid-gold pick.  Then I'd go out West and start digging for gold.  When someone came up and asked what I was doing, I'd say, "Looking for gold, ya durn fool." He'd say, "Your pick is gold," and I'd say, "Well, that was easy." Good joke, huh.

There should be a detective show called "Johnny Monkey," because every week you could have a guy say "I ain't gonna get caught by no MONKEY," but then he would, and I don't think I'd ever get tired of that.

To me, truth is not some vague, foggy notion.  Truth is real.  And, at the same time, unreal.  Fiction and fact and everything in between, plus some things I can't remember, all rolled into one big "thing." This is truth, to me.

A funny thing to do is, if you're out hiking and your friend gets bitten by a poisonous snake, tell him you're going to go for help, then go about ten feet and pretend that *you* got bit by a snake.  Then start an argument with him about who's going to go get help.  A lot of guys will start crying.  That's why it makes you feel good when you tell them it was just a joke.

I scrambled to the top of the precipice where Nick was waiting.  "That was fun," I said.  "You bet it was," said Nick.  "Let's climb higher." "No," I said.  "I think we should be heading back now."  "We have time," Nick insisted.  I said we didn't, and Nick said we did.  We argued back and forth like that for about 20 minutes, then finally decided to head back.  I didn't say it was an interesting story.

I remember one day I was at Grandpa's farm and I asked him about sex.  He sort of smiled and said, "Maybe instead of telling you what sex is, why don't we go out to the horse pasture and I'll show you." So we did, and there on the ground were my parents having sex.

Why do people in ship mutinies always ask for "better treatment"? I'd ask for a pinball machine, because with all that rocking back and forth you'd probably be able to get a lot of free games.

I guess we were all guilty, in a way.  We all shot him, we all skinned him, and we all got a complimentary bumper sticker that said, "I helped skin Bob."

To me, there's no better symbol for the world than a grasshopper lying dead on a gravel road, and maybe there's a globe lying next to him.

Marta likes to talk about sensuality, but I don't think she would know sensuality if it bit her on the ass.

I bet when the Neanderthal kids would make a snowman, someone would always end up saying, "Don't forget the thick, heavy brows." Then they would all get embarrassed because they remembered they had the big hunky brows too, and they'd get mad and eat the snowman.

I wish outer space guys would conquer the Earth and make people their pets, because I'd like to have one of those little beds with my name on it.

If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."

If you go parachuting, and your parachute doesn't open, and your friends are all watching you fall, I think a funny gag would be to pretend you were swimming.

Probably the earliest flyswatters were nothing more than some sort of striking surface attached to the end of a long stick.

I think the mistake a lot of us make is thinking the state-appointed shrink is our friend.

I think when you go on trial they should have a parrot there that says guilty or not guilty for you, as a sort of courtesy.

I bet a fun thing would be to go way back in time to where there was going to be an eclipse and tell the cave men, "If I have come to destroy you, may the sun be blotted out from the sky." Just then the eclipse would start, and they'd probably try to kill you or something, but then you could explain about the rotation of the moon and all, and everyone would get a good laugh.

If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.

Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind".  Basically, it's made up of two separate words -- "mank" and "ind".  What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.

The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.

If you were a poor Indian with no weapons, and a bunch of conquistadors came up to you and asked where the gold was, I don't think it would be a good idea to say, "I swallowed it.  So sue me."

It's true that every time you hear a bell, an angel gets its wings.  But what they don't tell you is that every time you hear a mouse trap snap, an Angel gets set on fire.

I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside.  I knew what was coming.  "You don't have to tell me," I said.  "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team.  You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet.  You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying.  And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach.  He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold.  But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.

If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's real embarrassing if someone tries to kill you.

At first I thought, if I were Superman, a perfect secret identity would be "Clark Kent, Dentist," because you could save money on tooth X-rays.  But then I thought, if a patient said, "How's my back tooth?" and you just looked at it with your X-ray vision and said, "Oh it's okay," then the patient would probably say, "Aren't you going to take an X-ray, stupid?" and you'd say, "Aw screw you, get outta here," and then he probably wouldn't even pay his bill.

Here's a good gag if you go swimming in a swamp and when you come out you're all covered with leeches.  Just say, "Hey, has anybody seen my raisins?" (Because leeches kind of look like big raisins.)

How come the dove gets to be the peace symbol? How about the pillow? It has more feathers than the dove, and it doesn't have that dangerous beak.

Many people think that history is a dull subject.  Dull? Is it "dull" that Jesse James once got bitten on the forehead by an ant, and at first it didn't seem like anything, but then the bite got worse and worse, so he went to a doctor in town, and the secretary told him to wait, so he sat down and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and then finally he got to see the doctor, and the doctor put some salve on it? You call that dull?

I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it.

Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh.  But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me.  Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny.

I don't think I'm alone when I say I'd like to see more and more planets fall under the ruthless domination of our solar system.

I think a good product would be "Baby Duck Hat".  It's a fake baby duck, which you strap on top of your head.  Then you go swimming underwater until you find a mommy duck and her babies, and you join them.  Then, all of a sudden, you stand up out of the water and roar like Godzilla.  Man, those ducks really take off! Also, Baby Duck Hat is good for parties.

The people in the village were real poor, so none of the children had any toys.  But this one little boy had gotten an old enema bag and filled it with rocks, and he would go around and whap the other children across the face with it.  Man, I think my heart almost broke.  Later the boy came up and offered to give me the toy.  This was too much! I reached out my hand, but then he ran away.  I chased him down and took the enema bag.  He cried a little, but that's the way of these people.

I bet the sparrow looks at the parrot and thinks, yes, you can talk, but LISTEN TO YOURSELF!

Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.

If someone told me it wasn't "fashionable" to talk about freedom, I think I'd just have to look him square in the eye and say, "Okay, YOU TELL ME what's `fashionable'." But he won't.  And you know why? Because you can't ask someone what's fashionable in a smart-alecky way like that.  You have to be friendly and say, "By the way, what's fashionable?"

What is it that makes a complete stranger dive into an icy river to save a solid gold baby? Maybe we'll never know.

We used to laugh at Grandpa when he'd head off and go fishing.  But we wouldn't be laughing that evening when he'd come back with some whore he picked up in town.

The sound of fresh rain run-off splashing from the roof reminded me of the sound of urine splashing into a filthy Texaco latrine.

If you're a horse, and someone gets on you, and falls off, and then gets right back on you, I think you should buck him off right away.

Fear can sometimes be a useful emotion.  For instance, let's say you're an astronaut on the moon and you fear that your partner has been turned into Dracula.  The next time he goes out for the moon pieces, wham!, you just slam the door behind him and blast off.  He might call you on the radio and say he's not Dracula, but you just say, "Think again, bat man."

I hope some animal never bores a hole in my head and lays its eggs in my brain, because later you might think you're having a good idea but it's just eggs hatching.

If your kid makes one of those little homemade guitars out of a cigar box and rubber bands, don't let him just play it once or twice and then throw it away.  Make him practice on it, every day, for about three hours a day.  Later, he'll thank you.

Whether they find life there or not, I think Jupiter should be called an enemy planet.

Life, to me, is like a quiet forest pool, one that needs a direct hit from a big rock half-buried in the ground.  You pull and you pull, but you can't get the rock out of the ground.  So you give it a good kick, but you lose your balance and go skidding down the hill toward the pool.  Then out comes a big Hawaiian man who was screwing his wife beside the pool because they thought it was real pretty.  He tells you to get out of there, but you start faking it, like you're talking Hawaiian, and then he gets mad and chases you...

I think somebody should come up with a way to breed a very large shrimp.  That way, you could ride him, then after you camped at night, you could eat him.  How about it, science?

I remember when I was in the army, we had the toughest drill sergeant in the world.  He'd get right up next to your face and yell, and if you didn't have the right answers, mister, you'd be peeling potatoes or cleaning the latrine.  Hey, wait.  I wasn't in the army.  Then who WAS that guy?!

As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life.  Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way.

The old-timers around here still shake their heads and chuckle about that city slicker who came through, trying to peddle "hair restorer." He took everyone's money in a poker game, so when he tried to sell the bottles of hair restorer, nobody had any money left to buy it!

Here's a good thing to do if you go to a party and you don't know anybody: First, take out the garbage.  Then go around and collect any extra garbage that people might have, like a crumpled-up napkin, and take that out too.  Pretty soon people will want to meet the busy garbage guy.

The old pool shooter had won many a game in his life.  But now it was time to hang up the cue.  When he did, all the other cues came crashing to the floor.  "Sorry," he said with a smile.

If you're robbing a bank and your pants fall down, I think it's okay to laugh and to let the hostages laugh too, because, come on, life is funny.

I think one way the cops could make money would be to hold a murder weapons sale.  Many people could really use used ice picks.

Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someone's neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing.

I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his.  Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy.  But then we had some growing up to do.

Most people don't realize that large pieces of coral, which have been painted brown and attached to the skull by common wood screws, can make a child look like a deer.

Like jewels in a crown, the precious stones glittered in the queen's round metal hat.

If you're a circus clown, and you have a dog that you use in your act, I don't think it's a good idea to also dress the dog up like a clown, because people see that and they think, "Forgive me, but that's just too much."

To me, clowns aren't funny.  In fact, they're kind of scary.  I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.

Instead of trying to build newer and bigger weapons of destruction, we should be thinking about getting more use out of the ones we already have.

I can't stand cheap people.  It makes me real mad when someone says something like, "Hey, when are you going to pay me that $100 you owe me?" or "Do you have that $50 you borrowed?" Man, quit being so cheap!

The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw.

Just because swans mate for life, I don't think its that big a deal.  First of all, if you're a swan, you're probably not going to find a swan that looks much better than the one you've got, so why not mate for life?

I'd like to be buried Indian-style, where they put you up on a high rack, above the ground.  That way, you could get hit by meteorites and not even feel it.

I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they don't just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas.

It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.

As I bit into the nectarine, it had a crisp juiciness about it that was very pleasurable -- until I realized it wasn't a nectarine at all, but A HUMAN HEAD!!

If you're an archeologist, I bet it's real embarrassing to put together a skull from a bunch of ancient bone fragments, but then it turns out it's not a skull but just an old dried-out potato.

If you ever reach total enlightenment while drinking beer, I bet you could shoot beer out of your nose.

Once when I was in Hawaii, on the island of Kauai, I met a mysterious old stranger.  He said he was about to die and wanted to tell someone about the treasure.  I said, "Okay, as long as it's not a long story.  Some of us have a plane to catch, you know." He started telling his story, about the treasure and his life and all, and I thought: "This story isn't too long." But then, he kept going, and I started thinking, "Uh-oh, this story is getting long." But then the story was over, and I said to myself: "You know, that story wasn't too long after all." I forget what the story was about, but there was a good movie on the plane.  It was a little long, though.

I bet one legend that keeps recurring throughout history, in every culture, is the story of Popeye.

I wish I had a Kryptonite cross, because then you could keep both Dracula AND Superman away.

If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.

Whenever I need to "get away," I just get away in my mind.  I go to my imaginary spot, where the beach is perfect and the water is perfect and the weather is perfect.  The only bad thing there are the flies.  They're terrible!

Somebody told me it was frightening how much topsoil we are losing each year, but I told that story around the campfire and nobody got scared.

Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead.  No, wait, not me, you.

I'd like to see a nude opera, because when they hit those high notes, I bet you can really see it in those genitals.

I think someone should have had the decency to tell me the luncheon was free.  To make someone run out with potato salad in his hand, pretending he's throwing up, is not what I call hospitality.

Too bad when I was a kid there wasn't a guy in our class that everybody called the "Cricket Boy", because I would have liked to stand up in class and tell everybody, "You can make fun of the Cricket Boy if you want to, but to me he's just like everybody else." Then everybody would leave the Cricket Boy alone, and I'd invite him over to spend the night at my house, but after about five minutes of that loud chirping I'd have to kick him out.  Maybe later we could get up a petition to get the Cricket Family run out of town.  Bye, Cricket Boy.

Sometimes, when I drive across the desert in the middle of the night, with no other cars around, I start imagining: What if there were no civilization out there? No cities, no factories, no people? And then I think: No people or factories? Then who made this car? And this highway? And I get so confused I have to stick my head out the window into the driving rain -- unless there's lightning, because I could get struck on the head by a bolt.

It seemed to me that, somehow, the blue jay was trying to communicate with me.  I would see him fly into the house across the way, pick up the telephone, and dial.  My phone would ring, and it would be him, but it was just this squawking and cheeping.  "What?! What?!" I would yell back, but he never did speak English.

As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.

I'd rather be rich than stupid.