On being observed by his wife kissing a chorus girl:

I wasn't kissing her, I was whispering into her mouth.


As quoted in: Groucho Marx and Richard J. Anobile, Marx Brothers Scrapbook [1973]


I wasn't kissing her, I was whispering into her mouth.

I wasn't kissing her, I was whispering into her mouth.

I wasn't kissing her, I was whispering into her mouth.

I wasn't kissing her, I was whispering into her mouth.