Auctioneer: Where are you from?
Auctioneer: What part?
Josephus: 125th Street.
Comicus: The only thing we Romans don’t have a god for is premature ejaculation. But I hear that’s coming quickly!
Empress Nympho: Say Bob, do I have any openings that this man might fit?
Bob: Well, we could use another wine steward.
Josephus: Hey, I got a great corkscrew.
Josephus: Damn, this a hip crowd!
Narrator: And of course, with the birth of the artist came the inevitable afterbirth – the critic.
Count DeMoney: Sire, the peasents are revolting.
Louis XVI of France: You said it, they stink on ice!
Louis XVI of France: It’s good to be the King.