Fran Kubelik: Shall I light the candles?C.C. Baxter: It's a must! Gracious living-wise.
On November 1st, 1959, the population of New York City was 8,042,783. If you laid all these people end to end, figuring an average height of five feet six and a half inches, they would reach from Times Square to the outskirts of Karachi, Pakistan. I know facts like this because I work for an insurance company - Consolidated Life of New York. We're one of the top five companies in the country. Our home office has 31,259 employees, which is more than the entire population of uhh... Natchez, Mississippi. I work on the 19th floor. Ordinary Policy Department, Premium Accounting Division, Section W, desk number 861.
That's the way it crumbles... cookie-wise.
Fran Kubelik: I never catch colds.C.C. Baxter: Really? I was reading some figures from the Sickness and Accident Claims Division. You know that the average New Yorker between the ages of twenty and fifty has two and a half colds a year?Fran Kubelik: That makes me feel just terrible.C.C. Baxter: Why?Fran Kubelik: Well, to make the figures come out even, if I have no colds a year, some poor slob must have five colds a year.C.C. Baxter: Yeah... it's me.