A Quote by Groucho Marx

A woman can smell mink through six inches of lead. — © Groucho Marx
A woman can smell mink through six inches of lead.
Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.
Golf is a game of inches. The most important are the six inches between your ears.
You don't stick a knife in a man's back nine inches and then pull it out six inches and say you're making progress.
When someone sticks a knife six inches into your back, and then pulls it out two inches and claims he's doing you a favor, don't believe him.
How tall are you big boy? Six foot nine inches! Let's go up to my place and talk about the nine inches!
On the Firehole I caught thirty-six inches worth of trout - in six installments.
And here's Zivojinovic, six foot six inches tall and fourteen pounds ten ounces.
Well, duh. He was six feet, six inches tall and built like a brick shithouse.
Nobody really needs a mink coat... Except the mink.
Because I knew we were going to wear five inches during the pageant, I would train with six inches. So, when it was time to wear the five-inch heels, they felt like nothing to me.
No one in the world needs a mink coat but a mink.
Nobody needs a mink coat but the mink.
As a married woman, I know perfectly well what six or eight inches looks like, so it's easy to make a good estimate. This mental measurement makes planting time much more interesting than it might be otherwise.
I was six foot one inch when I started fighting, but with all the uppercuts I'm up to six foot five inches.
Home plate is 17 inches wide, but I ignore the middle 12 inches. I pitch to the two-and-a-half inches on each side.
When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?" Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit. I smell hot bread baking. I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf. I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. "I don't smell anything," she said.
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