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Rodney was truly one of the legendary comics of our time. He will be missed, but we do have his movies and standup gigs to keep us entertained forever. I think I'll watch Back To School in his honor.

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RIP rodney. If you're reading this board (hey, besides you, the bills get no respect either so its possible. Plus, through prayer, i've installed an 802.11G wireless network in heaven) know that you did get respect from me. Caddyshack is one of my top 5 movies of all time. I've tivo'd leno and letterman for tonight too. I bet you'll get your respect then.

 

RIP

 

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Rodney was truly one of the legendary comics of our time.  He will be missed, but we do have his movies and standup gigs to keep us entertained forever.  I think I'll watch Back To School in his honor.

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I'll second that. Back to School is his best role, beating out Caddyshack in a photo finish.

 

"When she said 'I do', I should have asked, 'with who?'"

 

"Beats me. The only Greek I knew was Jimmy Pitsos. Ran that coffee shop at 33rd and 5th, remember him? He had an ugly wife, four ugly kids, and good coffee."

 

"Shakespeare for everyone...ooh, I'd like to tame your shrew."

 

Look at all of the comics Rodney inspired:

 

Sam Kinison (God rest his soul, too)

Jim Carrey

Dennis Miller

Bob Saget

Paul Rodriguez

 

(those were just the first five I could think of)

 

RIP, Mr. Dangerfield.

 

Mike

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I gotta tell you about my wife: During sex, she yells her own name!

 

Audience member: Hey Rodney, I love your wife!

Rodney: Yeah, you and whose army?

 

My dog always watches me in bed when I try to have sex - it teaches him how to beg!

Yeah, and she also taught him how to roll over and play dead.

 

"I was an ugly child. I got lost on the beach. I asked a cop if he could find my parents. He said, 'I don't know. There's lots of places for them to hide.' "

 

"My fan club broke up. The guy died."

 

"Last week my house was on fire. My wife told the kids, 'Be quiet, you'll wake up Daddy.' "

 

"I was ugly, very ugly. When I was born, the doctor smacked my mother."

 

"I'm gettin' old, it's hard to face. During sex I lose my place. Steak and sex, my favorite pair. I have 'em both the same way - very rare."

 

"When I started in show business, I played one club that was so far out, my act was reviewed in Field and Stream."

 

"Every time I get in an elevator, the operator says the same thing to me: 'Basement?"'

 

"When my parents got divorced, there was a custody fight over me. ... and no one showed up."

 

"I never got girls when I was a kid. One girl told me, 'Come on over, there's nobody home.' I went over. There was nobody home."

 

"When I was 3 years old, my parents got a dog. I was jealous of the dog, so they got rid of me."

 

"When we got married, the first thing my wife did was put everything under both names -- hers and her mother's."

 

"With my wife, I don't get no respect. The other night there was a knock on the front door. My wife told me to hide in the closet."

 

"With my wife, I get no respect. I fell asleep with a cigarette in my hand. She lit it."

 

"I was an ugly kid. My mother had morning sickness after I was born".

 

His girlfriend at the time: “Her nickname is Federal Express. That’s because when she goes to a guy’s apartment, she absolutely, positively HAS to be there overnight.”

 

“My wife made me join a bridge club. I jump off next Tuesday.”

 

“Doctor, every morning when I get up and look in the mirror, I feel like throwing up. What’s wrong with me?” Doctor: “I don’t know, but your eyesight is fine.”

 

“My father was stupid. He worked in a bank and they caught him stealing pens.”

 

“My mother never breast-fed me. She told people she only liked me as a friend.”

 

“I could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.”

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Only for you, Rodney, in your own words:

 

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night...Please, have a listen

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

-Dylan Thomas

 

That explains it all.

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RIP Rodney, you will be trully missed by all.

 

It's time that you get the respect that you derserve!!

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"What's your favorite subject?"

 

"Poetry."

 

"Poetry, huh? How'd you like to help me straighten out my Longfellow?!" :w00t:

 

R.I.P., Rodney. You were the best.

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This is from his web site:

 

What's in a Name?

I tell you, with me nothing works out. I always get stuck. That's how I got my name, RODNEY DANGERFIELD.

 

When I went into show business I saw an ad in the paper. It said: "Improve Your Personalilty..." So, I went to see the man.

 

He told me my personality was okay but my name was my problem.

 

I said to him, "My name? How could a name be a problem? Even William Shakespeare said, 'What's in a name?"

 

He said, "Who?"

 

I said, "William Shakespeare."

 

He said, "Look, do you want to listen to me or do you want to listen to your friends?"

 

I said to him, "I don't understand. Is it good to change your name?"

 

He said, "Of course I always keep changing my name. In fact, right now I can give you a very good deal. I can give you a new name for five hundred dollars".

 

I said, "Five hundred dollars! That's a lot of money."

 

He said, "It's a great name. It's a name once people hear it, they'll start saying it."

 

I said, "What's the name?"

 

He said, "Rodney Dangerfield."

 

I said, "RODNEY DANGERFIELD?"

 

He said, "See, you just heard it, and your're starting to say it! Listen to me, take the name."

 

I said, "Wait a minute. Suppose I use the name and I don't like it. Can I bring it back?" He said, "Of course. All I ask is one thing. While you're using the name, don't give it a bad name!"

 

So I decided to call myself Rodney Dangerfield. As soon as I got home, I thought to myself I made a mistake. I called the guy up. I said, "Look, I want my money back. This is Rodney Dangerfield."

 

He said, "Who?"

 

I said, "Dangerfield! Don't you remember?"

 

He said, "Oh, yeah, Shakespeare's friend."

 

I said, "Look, I don't want the name."

 

He said, "Don't be foolish. Try it for two weeks. I guarantee you'll like it."

I tried the name for two weeks, I still didn't like it. I went to bring it back. I couldn't find the guy.

 

He changed his name.

 

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We'll miss you.

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Only for you, Rodney, in your own words:

 

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night...Please, have a listen

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

-Dylan Thomas

 

That explains it all.

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And, of course, that poem means that "I don't take s**t from no one!"

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