I cried when I heard Johnny Carson died.
The man I adored, and miss him terribly, was Johnny Carson.
There really is no Johnny Carson anymore. There is no one place a comedian can appear and explode.
It's funny, I remember doing the Johnny Carson show, and, uh, I couldn't afford my rent.
I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.
So this is it. Match point for eternity.
I'm not an adulterer. I'm not gay.
I definitely believe in marriage.
Chris Rock is a very funny man.
I'm not afraid to die.
Homosexuals are riding high in the media.
I have this coat that I got in a nefarious deal years ago. It's a Johnny Carson coat, and I've had it remade three times. It's mine all the time. Carson was a real man, and I thought, 'Coats for real men by real men? I'm in.'
Crikey means gee whiz, wow!
The voice of the people is the voice of humbug.
I prefer sayings over jokes.
It's like trying to pin down a kangaroo on a trampoline.
Every civilian's death diminishes us, collectively.
There have been man-on-the-street interviews for years, but insulting people is not that funny to me.
Actually, I'm an overnight success, but it took twenty years.
He was a very private person, but then, you know, he belonged to the whole United States. The United States thought they owned Johnny Carson.
You shall hear a good account of me or of my death.
