Phyllis Diller

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Before you get married you should meet your fiance's parents. It is not enough that you like his parole officer.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: Parent
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To get a roaster clean, send something like baked apples in it to a neighbor. Neighbors always return pans spotless, and you won't have to use a blow torch on it like you usually do.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: Blow
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We Californians are constantly accused of not having seasons, but we do. We have fire, flood, mud, and drought.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: Fire
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I serve dinner in three phases: serve the food, clear the table, bury the dead.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: Three
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Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: Inspirational
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My body's in such bad shape I wear prescription underwear.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: Underwear
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I once wore a peekaboo blouse. People would peek and then they’d boo.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: People
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You know you're old when your walker has an airbag.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: Airbags
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My idea of exercise is a good brisk sit.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: Fitness
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In most states you can get a driver's license when you're sixteen years old, which made a lot of sense to me when I was sixteen years old but now seems insane.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: Family
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Health - what my friends are always drinking to before they fall down.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: Falling In Love
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I like to serve chocolate cake, because it doesn't show the dirt.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: Food
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Life began on this planet when the first amoeba split. Mankind will still be seeking God, not accepting that God is a spirit; can’t see it, touch it, only feel it. It’s called LOVE.
- Phyllis Diller
Collection: Firsts