I think we're all good and bad, but good's not funny. Bad is funny. Suppress the good and let the bad out, and then you can be funny.
Larry DavidRead
Iβd rather have the thieves than the neighbors - the thieves don't impose. Thieves just want your things, neighbors want your time.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that thieves, being less demanding, can be preferable to neighbors who seek your attention and time.
Larry David's quote humorously contrasts the invasive nature of neighbors with the more straightforward intentions of thieves. He implies that while thieves may take material possessions, they do not intrude on your personal life or demand your time like neighbors can, highlighting a comedic perspective on social interactions.
In practice
In a stand-up comedy routine about social norms.
I think we're all good and bad, but good's not funny. Bad is funny. Suppress the good and let the bad out, and then you can be funny.
It's always good to take something that's happened in your life and make something of it comedically.
I wanted to make a living, but I really was not interested in money at all. I was interested in being a great comedian.
I still think of that guy I was without a wife or kids, and I still want to entertain that guy. The lonely guy, the frustrated guy, the guy with no money - this is the guy who needs to laugh.
If you tell the truth about how you're feeling, it becomes funny.
Whereupon a strange euphoria came over me. Not only was I exiled, paralyzed, mute, half deaf, deprived of all pleasures, and reduced to the existence of a jellyfish, but I was also horrible to behold. There comes a time when the heaping up of calamities brings on uncontrollable nervous laughter - when, after a final blow from fate, we decide to treat it all as a joke.
Philanthropist, n.: A rich (and usually bald) old gentleman who has trained himself to grin while his conscience is picking his pocket.
I've always thought that a big laugh is a really loud noise from the soul saying, "Ain't that the truth."
Nobody gave me what I wanted for my birthday! Nobody! What sort of presents do you call these? New shoes, a green sweater and a bunch of stupid toys!" "What were you expecting?" "Real estate!
Historical Re-creation, he thought glumly, as they picked their way across, under, over or through the boulders and insect-buzzing heaps of splintered timber, with streamlets running everywhere. Only we do it with people dressing up and running around with blunt weapons, and people selling hot dogs, and the girls all miserable because they can only dress up as wenches, wenching being the only job available to women in the olden days.
There's a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words.
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