Epitaph for a dead waiter - God finally caught his eye.
I understand your new play is full of single entendres.
Office hours are from 12 to 1 with an hour off for lunch.
Satire is what closes on Saturday night.
When I invite a woman to dinner, I expect her to look at my face. That's the price she has to pay.
The kind of doctor I want is one who when he's not examining me is home studying medicine.