Orange, orange, orange

This reminds me of the excellent arrangement my sister and I had concerning broccoli. My sister only liked the stems, and I only ate the tops. So every night we had broccoli for dinner, we’d cut 'em all up and trade. Our parents were delighted that they didn’t have to hassle us about eating the broccoli.

At the Copa, Copacabana
Manilow’s nose looks just like a banana.