Here lies W.C.Fields. I'd rather be living in Philadelphia.
W. C. Fields
Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting?
If I had to live my life over, I'd live over a saloon.
A rich man is nothing but a poor man with money.
The laziest man I ever met put popcorn in his pancakes so they would turn over by themselves.
Come my flocks, my flower. I have some very definite pear-shaped ideas I'd like to discuss with thee.