"Oh, son, I wish you hadn't become a scenario writer!" she sniffled.
"Aw, now, Moms," I comforted her, "it's no worse than playing the piano in a call house."
"Strictly from Hunger", The Most of S. J. Perelman (1992) p. 45
"Oh, son, I wish you hadn't become a scenario writer!" she sniffled.
"Aw, now, Moms," I comforted her, "it's no worse than playing the piano in a call house."
"Strictly from Hunger", The Most of S. J. Perelman (1992) p. 45
