Groucho: "He must be a pretty big boy by now."
Groucho: "Well, you better stop following me, or I'll have you arrested."
Dumont: "Why, marry you?"
Groucho: "You take me, and I'll take a vacation. I'll need a vacation if we're going to get married. Married! I can see you right now in the kitchen, bending over a hot stove. But I can't see the stove!"
Groucho: "Don't be silly. I'll write you twice a week."