Nobody Can Be Exactly Like Me. Sometimes

I've Had A Man And I've Had A Woman, And There's Got To Be Something Better.

Fill What Is Empty, Empty What Is Full, And Scratch Where It Itches.

Wracked With A Hangover I Do My Muttering Over A Black Velvet, A Union Of Champagne And Stout. Don't Be Swindled Into Believing There's Any Cure For A Hangover. I've Tried Them All: Iced Tomatoes, Hot Clam Juice, Brandy Peaches. Like The Common Cold It Defies Solution. Time Alone Can Stay It. The Hair Of The Dog? That Way Lies Folly. It's As Logical As Trying To Put Out A Fire With Applications Of Kerosene.

[on Being Asked In Her Later Years If She Were Tallulah:] I'm What's Left Of Her, Dahling.

A Frozen Daiquiri Of A Scorching Afternoon Is Soothing. It Makes Living More Tolerable.