Groucho Marx

At 74, with his voice soft and serpentine, Groucho Marx said, "Critics, I know about critics." Then a waiter came and Groucho said that when he needed a waiter he'd make his desire known and call for one. He said in a tone that required a sip of water afterwards for timing that in those days there were twelve books on the Marx Brothers, not counting the one they, the Marx Brothers, ie Groucho and his two brother, wrote. He hollered and a new different waiter appeared. Groucho ordered orange juice and eggs. The orders arrived, and Groucho performed an intimate and delicate operation on one of the eggs. With the tip of a knife and the edge of a fork, Groucho performed an intimate and delicate operation on the eggs, then he sipped his juice. Now Groucho lit a long and expensive, and he enhaled in meditation, then as if resuming a chat, he said that his two brother were dead. He said that he and his brothers discussed the hereafter before they died but they were in doubt about whether there was a herefater, so they agreed that if any one of them died, he would be in touch with the others if there was a hereafter. Examining his ashtray, Groucho said he never heard a word from them