+Grow, Mrs. Goldfarb, Grow. Grow, Mrs. Goldfarb, fatter, fatter.. Pile the potatoes on your platter.. Listen to me, 'cause I'm your hubby.. I just adore you plump and chubby..
+Good Advice. I know a man named Otis who invented a room,. And his heart was filled with pride.. I said to Mr. Otis, "What does your room do?". He said, "It goes from side to side.".