Judge: You are charged with throwing your mother-in-law out of your fourth-story window. Banta: I did it without thinking, your Honor. Judge: Thats no excuse! Don't you see how dangerous it might have been for anyone passing by at the time?
"Darling," said Banta to his new bride, Preeto, "Now that we are married, do you think you will be able to live on my small income?" "Of course, dearest, no trouble," she replied. "But what will you live on?"
Santa gets ready, wears his tie and coat; goes out, climbs a tree and sits on the branch regularly. Banta asks why he does this. Santa: "I've been promoted as branch manager."