“There's a real Italian; you can smell the oil right here,” he said on stage at the Stardust in Las Vegas in 2006 when he was 80. “There's a definite odor in this area. Like a Polack gone bad. ...Much more at the link (which goes to the L.A. Times). Rickles was 90.
For Rickles, everyone was fair game; the bigger the better.
He was a relatively unknown comic performing at Murray Franklin's, a small club in Miami Beach, Fla., in the 1950s when Frank Sinatra came in with his entourage.
“Make yourself comfortable, Frank — hit somebody,” said Rickles as the notoriously moody singer paused, and then broke up with laughter.
Pressing on, Rickles said: “Frank, believe me, I'm telling you this as a friend: Your voice is gone.”...
April 6, 2017
"Well into the era of political correctness, Rickles continued to target his trademark jabs at everything from audience members' weight problems to their ethnicities."