When I got out of Yale Drama School, I was completely broke.
I’m rich in poverty. I got no money coming out of my ass. I’m up to my neck in broke.
They throw rice at a new marriage, then give him beans in a divorcement.
I’m strapped for cash, and I’m also strapped to a chair in someone’s basement.
There’s a very fine line between being broke and being humble.
They all hope I will go broke and I wouldn’t like to cause them displeasure.
Broke is a relative term, like sister, cousin, or Uncle Sam.
I was supposed to be on the Tonight Show but I broke my shoulder instead.