Thank God For Your Mother.

I Never Ate Of The Grapes Nor Feared Of The Eruptions.

Hollywood's Like Egypt, Full Of Crumbled Pyramids. It'll Never Come Back. It'll Just Keep On Crumbling Until Finally The Wind Blows The Last Studio Prop Across The Sands.

There Are Only Two Kinds Of Class: First Class And No Class.

Thank God For Your Mother.

I Cannot Permit You To Disrupt The Paramount Schedule.