In the Plaza Hotel once, when I was doing the quiz show, there was a priest
in the elevator. I hope you're not offended by this--I'd tell a story about
a rabbi but it doesn't fit, and neither did the rabbi and they finally
threw him out of the synagogue. Anyhow, this priest says to me, "Aren't you
Groucho Marx?" I said yes. He says, "Gee, my mother's crazy about you." And
I said, "Really? I didn't know you fellas had mothers." I had a priest stop
me in Montreal some years ago. He came up and said, "Aren't you Groucho
Marx? May I shake your hand?" I said fine. I shook hands with him and he
said, "I want to thank you for all the joy you've put in this world." And I
said, "I want to thank you for the joy you've taken out of it."
-- Groucho Marx
