Grumbling Is The Death Of Love

[on Orson Welles:] When I Talk To Him, I Feel Like A Plant That's Been Watered.

I Am At Heart A Gentleman.

...it Gives You The Impression That Every Day Is Sunday.

Until They Come To See Us From Their Planet, I Wait Patiently. I Hear Them Saying: Don't Call Us, We'll Call You.

Darling, The Legs Aren't So Beautiful, I Just Know What To Do With Them.