My then consultant sat in front of me, clasped my arms in his hands, moved them back and forth and then announced, “Ah yes, you have Parkinson’s disease, but don’t worry, it won’t kill you.” ...

Mr. Burns: Ah, yes. Naturally, I can’t pay you much of a reward because I’m strapped for cash. (The ceiling above gives way; money and jewels pour down on him.) Mr. Burns: As you can see, this ...