Your Eyes, Your Eyes, They Shine Like The Pants On My Blue Serge Suit.
Your eyes, your eyes, they shine like the pants on my blue serge suit.
That's not a reflection on you. That's on my pants.
-- Groucho Marx (1890-1977)
Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes? -- Groucho Marx (1890-1977)
You drop your carrier and I'll drop my pants....
Doing a good job is like wetting your pants in a dark suit.
.. You get a warm feeling, but nobody notices....
When you take off her pants and blouse, suit up your trouser mouse.
My favorite weapon is the look in your eye
Wiggum: I'd like to help you ma'am, but, heh heh, I'm afraid there's no law against mailing threatening letters.
Marge: [indignantly] I'm pretty sure there is. Wiggum...
Are your eyes open or are you like using the Force?
Ross: All right, listen, I-I have that TV thing in like two hours, and I need your help, okay?
What do you think? [takes out two suits] This blue suit, or this brown one?...
Those are my principles, and if you don't like them.
.. well, I have others. -- Groucho Marx (1890-1977)...