In Hollywood, No One Knows Anything.

Life Is Pain, Highness. Anyone Who Says Differently Is Selling Something. If This Is True, Or If You Are One Of The People Who Believe This Is True, Then The One Universal Way To Enjoy Life Is Still The Same, Which Is To Learn To Be Grateful That It Is Not Worse!!

While He Was Watching The Ships, Buttercup Shoved Him With All Her Strength Remaining. [...] Down Went The Man In Black. [...] "you Can Die Too For All I Care," She Said, And Then She Turned Away. Words Followed Her. Whispered From Far, Weak And Warm And Familiar. "as...you...wish..."

Yes, I Am A Failed Playwright. I Had Three Shows On Broadway By The Time I Was 30. They All Flopped, And I Fled.

"we’ll Never Survive!” “nonsense. You’re Only Saying That Because No One Ever Has."

The Boys. The Village Boys. The Beef-witted Featherbrained Rattleskulled Clodpated Dimdomed Noodle-noggined Sapheaded Lunk-knobbed Boys. How Could Anybody Accuse Her Of Stealing Them? Why Would Anybody Want Them Anyway?