Murray, lend me twenty dollars or I'll call your wife and tell her you're in Central Park wearing a dress.

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• A suicide telegram? Who sends a suicide telegram?
• A whole bottle of pills! My God, get an ambulance!
• For God's sake, do something. Say something.
• I hate little notes on my pillow. Like this morning. 'We're all out of cornflakes. F.U.' It took me three hours to figure out that 'F.U.' was Felix Unger. It's not your fault, Felix. It's a rotten combination.