With any kind of physical test, I don't know what it is, I always seem
to get competitive. Remember when you were in school and they'd do
those hearing tests? And you'd really be listening hard, you know?I
wanted to do unbelievable on the hearing test. I wanted them to come
over to me after and go, "We think you may have something close to
super-hearing. What you heard was a cotton ball touching a piece of
felt. We're sending the results to Washington, we'd like you to meet
the President."
*

The proof that we don't understand death is we give dead people a
pillow.  I mean if you can't stretch out and get some solid rest
at that point, I don't think there are any bedding accessories that
can make the difference. But the suit and the pillow really shows
how we have no idea what to get these people ready for. I mean, what
situation are you going into with a suit and a pillow? There's no
business nap meetings.
*

Somebody just gave me a shower radio. Thanks a lot. Do you really want
music in the shower? I guess there's no better place to dance than a
slick surface next to a glass door!
*

It's tough to do a good deed. Let's look at your professional
good-deed doers, your Lone Rangers, your Supermen, your Batmen, your
Spidermen. They're all wearing disguises, masks over their faces,
secret identities. They don't want people to know who they are. Too
much aggravation.   "Superman, yeah thanks for saving my life, but did
you have to come though my wall? I'm renting here. They've got a
security deposit. Now what am I supposed to do?"
*

I'm on the plane, we left late, and the pilot says, "We're going to be
making up some time in the air." I thought, "Isn't that interesting.
They  just make up time." That's why you have to reset your watch when
you land. Of course, when they say they're making up time, obviously
they're increasing the speed of the aircraft. Now my question is, if
you can go faster, why don't you just go as fast as you can all the
time? "Come on, they're no cops up here!   Nail it! Give it some gas!
We're flying!"
*

You can measure distance by time. "How far away is that place?" "About
20 minutes." But it doesn't work the other way. "When do you get off
work?" "Around 3 miles."
*

The worst way of flying, I think, is standby. You ever fly standby? It
never works. That's why they call it standby. You end up standing
there going, "Bye."
*

Frankly, I don't believe people think of their office as a workplace
anyway. I think they think of it as a stationery store with Danish.
You want to get your pastry, your envelopes, your supplies, your
toilet paper, six cups of coffee, and you go home.
*

There are many different jobs for cops these days. It seems to me
that the Chalk Outline Guy is one of the better jobs you can get.
It's not too dangerous, the criminals are long gone - that seems
like a good one. I don't know who these guys are. I guess they're
people who wanted to be sketch artists but they couldn't
draw too well. "Uh, listen Johnson, forget the sketches, do
you think if we left the dead body right there on the sidewalk, you
could manage to trace around it? Could you do that?" I don't even know

how that helps them solve the crime. They look at the thing on the
ground, "Oh, his arm was like that when he hit the pavement, that
means the killer must have been..........Jim!"
*

Then there's the psychiatrist. Why is it that with the psychiatrist
every hour is only fifty minutes? What do they do with the ten minutes
they have left? Do they just sit there going, "Boy that guy was crazy.
I couldn't believe the things he was saying. What a nut. Who's coming
in next? Oh no, another head case."
*

Talk-show hosts never seem to have any idea how much time is left in
the show, you know? They're always looking off camera, "Do we have
time? Are we out of time? How are we doing on time?" You never see
Magnum P.I go, "Should I strangle this guy or are we gonna take a
break here? Can you stay for another beating? I'll tell you what, I'll
bop him in the head, we'll do a commercial, we'll come back, I'll
drive in the car real fast. Stay with us."
*

The main difference between the man's wallet and the woman's wallet is
the photo section. Women carry with them a photograph of every person
they've ever met every day in their whole life since the beginning of
time. And every picture's out of date. "Here's my cousin, 3 years old,
she's in the Marines now. This is my dog, he died during the Carter
administration." They get stopped by a cop, no license and
registration. "Here's my fifty-six people who know me." Cop goes,
"all right ma'am, just wanted to make sure you had some friends. Move
along.....Routine pal check."
*

I will never understand why they cook on TV. I can't smell it. Can't
eat it. Can't taste it.  The end of the show they hold it up to the
camera, "Well, here it is. You can't have any. Thanks for watching.
Good-bye."
*

Sunday paper is the worst. Weekend. You want to relax. "Oh, by the,
way, here's a thousand pages of information you had no idea about."
How can they tell you everything they know about every single day of
the week and then have this much left over on Sunday when nothing's
going on?
*

Sometimes you go to a nice restaurant, they put the check in the
little book. What is this, the story of the bill?  "Once upon a time
somebody ordered a salad." There's a little gold tassel hanging down.
Am I graduating from the restaurant? Should I put this on the rearview
mirror of my Camaro?
*

One thing I love about living in New York is it's every different type
of person piled one on top of the other. I am all for open
immigration, but that sign we have in the front of the Statue of
Liberty, "Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses." Can't
we just say, "Hey, the door's open.  We'll take whoever you got." Do
we have to specify "The wretched refuse?" Why not just say, "Give us
the unhappy, the sad, the slow, the ugly, the people that can't drive,
people that have trouble merging, if they can't stay in their lane,
if they don't signal, they can't parallel park, if they're sneezing,
if they're stuffed up, if they have bad penmanship, if they don't
return   calls, if they have dandruff, food between their teeth, if
they have bad credit, if they have no credit, missed a spot
shaving...........In other words, any dysfunctional, defective slob
that you can somehow cattle prod onto a wagon, send them over. We want
them."
*

Any day that you had gym was a weird school day. It started off kind
of normal. You had English, Geometry, Social Studies, and then
suddenly you're in Lord of the Flies for forty minutes. you're hanging
from a rope, you have hardly any clothes on. Teachers are yelling at
you, "Where's your jockstrap?!" Kids are throwing dodge balls at you,
snapping towels - you're trying to survive. And then it's History,
Science, Language. There's something off in the whole flow of that
day.
*

My parents took me to Amish country, which to a kid, to see a bunch of
people that have no cars, no TV, no phone you go, "So what? Neither do
I."  Who wants to see a whole community that's been grounded? That's
the way they should punish the kids after they've seen Amish
country. "All right son, get up to your room. That's it, I've had it,
you are Amish, young man. For the rest of this weekend. Did you hear
me? Amish! And don't come down till you've made some noodles and
raised a barn."