Zitat des Tages über Dummy:
Of course, I'm no dummy.
Dummy Dum Dum was my nickname for years at school. I was the strange one of the family, the one who couldn't remember his name.
We're not leaving here without Buster, man. Leave no crash-test dummy behind!
When there's not ten feet of snow on the ground, I ride my bike down the streets of New York, and I literally hear two things out of car windows as cabs pass by me: They either yell, 'Hey, dummy,' or 'Hey, Mayhem.'
It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy.
When I was a younger guy doing comedy, it was a big struggle. Promoters canceled me out of clubs left and right when I called somebody a dummy or a yo-yo. Then they realized I was different.
Smartphones. Who cares? Smartphones. I only have dummy phones.
I was a dummy in school.
Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.
My goal was to prove to my family I wasn't a dummy.
I saw the Nutcracker to be a dummy as I thought of its mouth moving like a nutcracker - and also find them pretty scary as they almost have a life of their own.
I started on television. I had five years of network television before I ever got up on a stage. The first thing I ever did was in 1967. This guy Bill Keene had a little talk show at noon, and Gary Owens took over for a week. He knew about this dummy bit I used to do, this ventriloquist thing, and I was on 'Keene at Noon.'
I think when we use 'stress', we are often using a kind of dummy word to try to fit many different things into one big category.
I think maybe one reason why ventriloquists are looked down on is because it's very difficult to be funny. I think what happens is that people get a dummy, they learn the technique of ventriloquism, they memorize the script, they think they're in show business.
Up until college age I was using the typical little-boy dummy that sits on the knee and makes woodpecker jokes. My first original character didn't happen until later, and that was Jose the Jalapeno on a Stick.
Repeating third grade at a new school, after having been asked to leave my old one for hitting kids who made fun of my perceived stupidity, I was placed in the 'dummy class.'