Emo Philips
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Emo Philips
Emo Philipsis an American entertainer and comedian born in the Chicago suburb of Downers Grove. Much of his standup comedy stems from the use of paraprosdokians spoken in a wandering falsetto tone of voice and a confused, childlike delivery of his material to produce the intended comic timing in a manner invoking the 'wisdom of children' or the idiot savant...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionComedian
Date of Birth7 February 1956
CityChicago, IL
CountryUnited States of America
My parents were very protective. I couldn't even cross the street without them getting all excited, and placing bets.
I tried body surfing once, but how often do you find a corpse?
I discovered my wife in bed with another man, and I was crushed. So I said, 'Get off me, you two!'
I got in a fight one time with a really big guy, and he said, 'I'm going to mop the floor with your face.' I said, 'You'll be sorry.' He said, 'Oh, yeah? Why?' I said, 'Well, you won't be able to get into the corners very well.'
At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.
I ran five miles today. Then, finally, I said, 'Here, lady...take your purse.'
Santa Fe is fun to visit, but property there will cost you an arm and a dillo.
Probably the worst time in a person's life is when they have to kill a family member because they are the devil. But otherwise it's been a pretty good day.
When I was a kid my parents used to tell me, "Emo, don't go near the cellar door!" One day when they were away, I went up to the cellar door. And I pushed it and walked through and saw strange, wonderful things, things I had never seen before, like... trees. Grass. Flowers. The sun... that was nice... the sun..
He taught me never to smile, which helps me when I visit disaster sites.
Some comedians change their style, often to their advantage; but I see no reason why I can't continue with the "urbane sophisticate" 'til the day I die.
A Mormon told me that they don't drink coffee. I said, "A cup of coffee every day gives you wonderful benefits." He said, "Like what?" I said, "Well, it keeps you from being Mormon ..."
I wanted to get from 4th street to 8th... Then I remembered Einstein postulating that parallel lines eventually meet. They're dredging my car from Lake Michigan as we speak.
The way I understand it, the Russians are sort of a combination of evil and incompetence... sort of like the Post Office with tanks.