Have A Nice Rest Of Your Life.

When You Grow Up In Bel Air And Shop Only In Expensive Boutiques On Rodeo And Robertson, You Develop A Kind Of Allergy To Anything Unpretty -clothes, Cars... Even People... You Start Thinking That If You Hang Around Unattractive People, Their Homeliness Can Be Contagious.

I Believe There Are Only One Or Two People In The World With Whom One Can Have A True Connection. When You've Been Fortunate Enough To Marry One Of Those People, You Are Reluctant To Settle For Less. One Can Have Lovers, Those Are Easily Found, But True Love Rarely Strikes Twice.

You Know, I'm Just - I'm Really Happy For My Dad.

I Don't Trust Valets, Waiters - Nobody. I Don't Waste My Time Anymore Trying To Figure Out Who Leaks Things To The Press.

I Have To Wear Heels. There Are Some Things That You Just Have To Do.