I'm sitting in a bar, having a drink. Over here is a man having a drink. He
falls down three times. I pick him up each time. I said, "Bartender, where
does this guy live? I'll give him a lift home."
He tells me where he lives. I grab the guy, pull him down to the car, open
the back door, put him in the back seat. He falls down. I get to the
address they gave me. I pull him out, he falls down three more times. I
pick him up each time. I knock on the door. "Mrs. Phillips, I brought your
husband home." She says, "Where's his wheelchair?"
-- Henny Youngman
