Yup, this is officially my 5000th post here. And I’ve decided that the best way to commemorate the occasion is a Marx Brothers - Firesign Theatre - Tom Lehrer quotefest. So if you find that love flies out the the door when money comes innuendo, just get in line in that processional, and we’ll go marching, marching to Shibboleth.
Your turn. 
Well, I love my cigar, too, but I take it out of my mouth every once in a while.
(Does You Bet Your Life count?)
Congrats on the 5K. Are you going to lurk for a while to keep the nice round number?
[RT] Yes-- Wait! Oh damn!
No! Put down that pickle!
Congrats!
“What’s the birds-eye low-down on this caper, whatever that means?”
(Nearly an hour at exactly 5000 was long enough! And Abe, you bet your life it does!)
RT, I’m not posting much now that I’m out of a job, but I came in here especially to wish you happy tidings and to thank you for being a great person, opening your deck to dopers, being friendly to all, etc.
Carry on.
(I didn’t know Richard Marx had a brother.)
Hail Freedonia!
(btw, how come even though you have one post after your alleged 5Kth, your post count still syas 5K?)
“I once shot an elephant in my pajamas. What he was doing in my pajamas I have no idea.”
You’re not high on false drugs…you’re high on the real thing – a full tank of gas, a clean windshield, and a shoeshine.
Congrats!
What? No Capital Steps? Some MAD you are!
“It’s a common word…one you use around the house every day.”
Thanks, Spritle, and good to see you!
(Richard’s brother was Karl, of course. ;))
“If you were a man, you’d go into business for yourself. I know a fellow who started only last year with just a canoe, and now he’s got more women than he can shake a stick at, if that’s your idea of a good time.”
“You try to cross over there a chicken, and you’ll find out Why A Duck. It’s deep water, that’s why a duck.”
Michael: “In Alabama, the Tuscaloosa.”
EchoKitty: “It’s so beautiful up here, dear friends, it’s so clean. Yes, dear friends, there’s no drunken drivers up here. No broken glass. No air. Over.”
Thanks, all!
I love sitting in your lap. I could sit here all day if you didn’t get up.
The elevator boy… he is in your family?
Here’s a cure for all your troubles,
Here’s an end to all distress!
It’s the old dope peddler,
With his powdered happ-i-ness!
I drank some champagne from your shoe [sub]la la la[/sub]
I was drunk by the time I got through [sub]la la la[/sub]
For I didn’t know when I raised that cup,
It had taken three bottles to fill the thing up. . .
Congrats, RT!
MrV: “He says ‘he can shout, don’t hear you.’ Have you seen the Palace?”
“No, but I certainly intend to.”
“Ah, you must, you must! It won’t be here much longer, you know - they are cleaning it.”
Zappo - good to see you here, fellow Marx brother! 
“…so Israel’s getting tense
wants one in self-defense -
'the Lord’s our shepherd, says the psalm,
but just in case - we’d better get a bomb.”
Happy Birthday, RTFirefly
“Pour the wine and swig it!”
BLECH! When I said “birthday”, I think I meant to spell it as “5000th post”.
<scurries off to refill coffee and defrag brain>
Porgie Tirebiter…he’s a spy and a girl delighter,
Porgie Tirebiter…he’s a student like you.
Now if you’re looking for the captain of the (something) team,
You can Bet…he won’t…be there
You’ll find him hiding out at Pop’s Sodium Shop
Just Poppin’ a Red, (real high voices) with Redhead! (do do do do)
Por GIE!!!
Coming, Mother!
He’s so good with the servants!
“RT, tell us –
All modern Dopers are jealous –
Which of your magical posts
Made us laugh and be thoughtful the most?”
Awww, shucks, Poly, that’s far higher praise than I deserve! :o
(Nice bit of versifying - and I know the tune! :))
Why thank you RT!
"First you get down on your knees,
Fiddle with your rosaries!
Bow your head with great respect
And genuflect! Genuflect! Genuflect!
Make a cross on your ab-do-men
When in Rome do like a Roman-
Ave Maria, gee-its-good-to-see-ya
Doin’ the Vatican Ra-a-a-a-a-a-a-ag!"
“I think we’re all bozos on this bus.”
Oh yeah. You know it’s apropos, baby.
Here’s to your 5000 missives, RT, and while we’re at it,