Life Is A Banquet, And Most Poor

In All Those Types Of Films I Wore A Tan Suit, A Grey Suit, A Beige Suit And Then A Negligee For The Seventh Reel Near The End When I Would Admit To My Best Friend On The Telephone That What I Really Wanted Was To Become A Little Housewife.

Seal My Lips On Aches And Pains. They Are Increasing, And Love Of Rehearsing Them Is Becoming Sweeter As The Years Go By.

Success Is A Public Affair. Failure Is A Private Funeral.

I'll Match My Flops With Anybody's But I Wouldn't Have Missed 'em.

Taste. You Cannot Buy Such A Rare And Wonderful Thing. You Can't Send Away For It In A Catalogue. And I'm Afraid It's Becoming Obsolete.