"How many Freudians does it take to change a lightbulb? Two! One to change the bulb, and one to hold the penis!
Ladder! I meant ladder!"
"My sexual fantasy is to make love to Sigmund Freud's fathe-mother!"—Stewart Francis
EB: was...EB: was that another weird erotic slip of the tongue?
GG: That wasn't even a Freudian slip.GG: And then his cigar exploded comically in his face.
GG: Doctor Freud just tripped over an errant phallus, tumbled down a flight of stairs, and broke his neck.