Christmas Is At Our Throats Again.

Conceit Is An Outward Manifestation Of Inferiority.

I Will Accept Anything In The Theatre . . . Provided It Amuses Or Moves Me. But If It Does Neither, I Want To Go Home.

How About Slipping Out Of Those Wet Things And Into A Dry Martini?

I'll Go And See Anything So Long As It Amuses Me, Or Moves Me. If It Doesn't Do Either I Want To Go Home.

I'm Not A Heavy Drinker, I Can Sometimes Go For Hours Without Touching A Drop.