And this, also from the high priest of language:
“Has the milk of human kindness curdled in your breast?“

And yesterday, while I was drying my hair, he came tearing up the stairs holding his heart. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Do you need your nitroglycerin?” “Oh, you’re drying your hair,” he said. “Thank God. I thought you were vaccuming.”

He’s a funny guy. Sometimes it’s like living with Henny Youngman, though. (Does anyone remember who he is?)

And the other day, from my 30-year-old trainer,
who seems to have only middle-aged female clients:
“I wonder if it’s because I have such a good relationship with my mom?“

(Uh, yeah, Chris? I wouldn’t make that one of your marketing messages.
Just a thought.)