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"