
Don
Ameche:	I didn't know you had a cousin Penelope, Bill!
	Was she pretty?
W.C.:	Well, her face was so wrinkled it looked like seven miles of
	bad road.  She had so many gold teeth, Don, she use to have
	to sleep with her head in a safe.  She died in Bolivia.
Don:	Oh Bill, it must be hard to lose a relative.
W.C.:	It's almost impossible.
		-- W.C. Fields, "The Further Adventures of Larson E.
		   Whipsnade and other Tarradiddles"
