Fresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.

As a parting remark, ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to leave you with one thought. If you happen to run into Dorothy Kilgallen, be sure you're in your car.

Get your hand off the suit, creep.

Fear is the enemy of logic. There is no more debilitating, crushing, self-defeating, sickening thing in the world - to an individual or to a nation.