My father was a very good Boy Scout. He was very skilled with knots, and he showed me how to tie a bow tie.

My father also encouraged my love of nature. He urged me to become a Cub Scout, and later a Boy Scout, and I found I really liked being outdoors.

If you're a Boy Scout on Mars with a compass, you're lost.

Getting into the Lampoon was like a Boy Scout initiation or something - they'd be very cruel to you until you made someone laugh, then they welcomed you into the fold.

Among my friends, I'm not a little Boy Scout, and they love my humor, thank God.

I still remember the entire Boy Scout motto. I don't remember the serial number of my gun in the army. I don't remember the number of my locker in school. But I remember that Boy Scout code.