Bud Abbott Quotes

What is your name?" asked Lear. Caius," said Kent. And whence do you hail?" From Bonking, sire." Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?

I'm a creative consultant, whatever that means.

The violence or the vaudeville style of comedy is a technique all by itself. You get up there, and you are a comedian, and you're doing one thing. That is, you're going to make the audience laugh.

How old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?

I was not born in a teepee - that I know of. I actually don't know where I was born.

They call me the confuser. Is he a man... is he a woman? Ooh, I'm not sure if I mind.

I never met a girl I didn't meet

I don't know. I've never been on second before.

Would it upset men if they found out we weren't different? Are we? Aren't we? Damned if I know.

How long have you been a Wiccan?' 'A what?' 'A pagan. A witch.' 'I'm not a witch,' I said, glancing out the door. 'I'm a wizard.' Sanya frowned. 'What is the difference?' 'Wizard has a Z' He looked at me blankly. 'No one appreciates me.' I muttered.

I don't know (if they were men or women running naked across the field). They had bags over their heads.

I'm not sure I know what "normal" is.

This one looks good,” said Chong over breakfast the next morning. Benny read out loud from the paper. “‘Pit Thrower.’ What’s that?” “I don’t know,” Chong said with a mouth full of toast. “I think it has something to do with barbecuing.” It didn’t.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

I hear so many things about who I am supposed to be I hardly know what to believe. I am willing to tell all, but what Is it? Doubtless all these myths and legends will be straightened out eventually, but It may take years.

Lost really has two disparate meanings. Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing.

To me Donnie Darko was about adolescence. And about how, as soon as you start to grow up and you sort of move out into the world, you realize everything is so trippy. That anything can be anything.

When someone asks you, A penny for your thoughts, and you put your two cents in, what happens to the other penny?

I'm eighteen, and I don't know what I want.

What should we call him?" Klaus asked. "You should call him Dr. Montgomery," Mr. Poe replied, "unless he tells you to call him Montgomery. Both his first and last names are Montgomery, so it doesn't make much difference." "His name is Montgomery Montgomery?" Klaus said, smiling. "Yes, and I'm sure he's very sensitive about that, so don't ridicule him," Mr. Poe said, coughing again into his handkerchief.

who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not love, then what is it? I wish I knew.

How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.

I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.

Don't sign your name between worlds, surmount the manifold of meanings, trust the tearstain, learn to live.

Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.