A Quote by Groucho Marx

I could dance with you until the cows come home. On second thought I'd rather dance with the cows until you come home. — © Groucho Marx
I could dance with you until the cows come home. On second thought I'd rather dance with the cows until you come home.
I could dance with you till the cows come home. Better still, I'll dance with the cows and you come home." Groucho Marx was never one to pass up an opportunity for a play on words and this occurs in his dialogue of the 1933 film Duck Soup.
I could have quite literally snogged until the cows came home. And when they came home I would have shouted, "WHAT HAVE YOU COWS COME HOME FOR? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M SNOGGING, YOU STUPID HERBIVORES???
The editing process is a necessary evil. I can write until the cows come home but it is all garbage until it gets edited.
I can talk about Jane Austen until the cows come home.
You can do gross-out until the cows come home but if there isn't something to balance it, then it's not going to work at all.
I can do the PR thing until the cows come home. That's my nature. I never want to upset anybody.
I can drink tea until the cows come home and I love the atmosphere in tea-shops.
Climate change - we can debate that until the cows come home, for lack of a better way of stating that. The bottom line is, I do not believe that man is contributing to that factor.
In the theatre, people talk. Talk, talk until the cows come home about journeys of discovery and about what Hazlitt thought of a line of Shakespeare. I can't stand it.
Both productivity and all things considered, there's nobody that's been more productive or more consistent than I have. And I'll stand on that until the cows come home.
I could sit here and tell you about Walter Smith until the cows come home, about how good a manager, how good a coach and a football man he was.
You can call me a cheater and doper until the cows come home. But the fact remains that in a race where everybody had equal opportunity, I played the game, and I played it well.
The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews Not to be born is the best for man The second best is a formal order The dance's pattern, dance while you can. Dance, dance, for the figure is easy The tune is catching and will not stop Dance till the stars come down from the rafters Dance, dance, dance till you drop.
Some people are great lyricists, but they're terrible at melody. But I could do melodies till the cows come home.
I was Popeye mad when I was a kid, and I'd eat spinach until the cows came home.
If I have to, I'll go and direct theater and talk till the cows come home.
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