"I wouldn't belong to a club that would have me as a member."

I would never want to belong to a club that did not want me as a member.

>>>"Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedies.">>>>>>

"Please accept my resignation. I don't want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member."

Wouldn't it be nice if he could post?

Like, I chuckle while he's blistering us, thinking I'm in on the joke, but maybe he's just blistering?!1 It's one of those Existential jokes.

My sides would have split before I hit my tenth birthday.

I wonder what Mom Marx was like and what she had to go through, trying to wrangle that crew of clowns.

I envy that.

All people are born alike - except Republicans and Democrats.

A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running.

The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made.

Behind every successful man is a woman, behind her is his wife.

No man goes before his time - unless the boss leaves early.

Republicans and Democrats were so very different from each other.

when they were going through customs he was given a form to fill out. it asked for his occupation and he wrote: smuggler.

i read that in a biography his son wrote.

another time, he went with elton john to see jesus christ superstar. before the show began groucho asked elton, rather loudly, "does it have a happy ending?"

We were waiting for my BIL to finish surgery. My Mother-in-law was quite worried.
I turned on the TV and tuned it to the local student run station. The old Groucho show came on - you remember "You Bet Your Life."
about five minutes in Groucho was ripping on some poor goofy guy and had us rolling on the floor.

Back in the day it was a live show and this guy was so quick witted.

Said to a guest on his show with too many children. That one got him taken off the air for a few days.

Funny man.

I take it out once in awhile."
He said that to a man with too many kids. It got him taken off the air for awhile.

When I was a very little kid, Marx Brothers movies were on TV very early Saturday mornings. You know, while you were waiting for your parents to wake up? This thread has made me want to watch some again.

One of my faves but can't remember which one. Either duck soup, horse feathers or a night in Casablanca. I think the latter.

I remember laughing at those movies, though I was so young, most of the lines probably sailed over my head. I really owe it to myself and them to take another look.

Albert Hall

He had a million of 'em.