People always ask me, 'Were you funny as a child?' Well, no, I was an accountant.
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Friends will write me letters. They run out of room on the front of the letter. They write 'over' on the bottom of the letter. Like I'm that much of a moron. Like I need that there. Because if it wasn't there, I'd get to the bottom of the page 'And so Kathy and I went shopping and we--' That's the craziest thing I don't know why she would just end it that way.Ellen DeGeneres
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