One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I'll never know.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met.
My roommate got a pet elephant. Then it got lost. It's in the apartment somewhere.
I feel like, if there's an elephant in the room, I'd really like to start off by introducing the elephant in the room. And sometimes it's funny.
I don't know how many lions and leopards I've shot. I've shot two elephants, which was enough - never again. It's a melancholy and moving thing to hunt an elephant. It's like shooting an old man.
While I had often said that I wanted to die in bed, what I really meant was that in my old age I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love.
Before he went to sleep, I told him a little story about a rabbit we saw run around the beach house we rented.
I don't know where I learned elephants like their tongues slapped. Whatever turns you on.
When you have got an elephant by the hind legs and he is trying to run away, it's best to let him run.
I couldn't hit an elephant's ass with a bull fiddle.
I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.