I’m a flaming faggot, Irving. I was sure you were on to that. I don’t go around waving the flag, of course, and I definitely do not proselytize. Homosexuality is, to me, an inner satisfaction,...

Oh, there are no living poets, Miss Van Damn. We’re not entirely sure there ever were. They’ve found some shreds of sonnets in England and, embedded in a chalk wall of a cave in France,...

I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are...

We’ve established the most enormous medical entity ever conceived… and people are sicker than ever. We cure nothing! We heal nothing!