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Don Ameche: I didn't know you had a cousin Penelope, Bill! Was she pretty? W.C.: Well, her face was so wrinkled it looked like seven miles of bad road. She had so many gold teeth, Don, she use to have to sleep with her head in a safe. She died in Bolivia. Don: Oh Bill, it must be hard to lose a relative. W.C.: It's almost impossible. -- W. C. Fields, "The Further Adventures of Larson E. Whipsnade and other Tarradiddles"