If I just see an old Wurlitzer in a cafe or bar, I feel better. But if it's playing, my blood pressure drops 10 points and I'll probably smile.

But then, I used to play Wurlitzer pipe organs and that's like going to heaven.

Whenever the jukebox guy would come to the local watering hole to clean out the quarters, he'd always leave about an afternoons worth of tunes playing when he left.

Rose the barmaid- "play Q one-o-fowah!!"