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There Isn't A Particle Of You That I Don't Know, Remember, And Want.

Of Course, The Age-old Tradition That A Star Must Appear Even If He Or She Is Practically Dying Is An Excellent One, But It Can Be Carried Too Far. I One Played A Performance Of The Knight Of The Burning Pestle With A Temperature Of 103 And Gave Sixteen Members Of The Company Mumps, Thereby Closing The Play And Throwing Everybody Out Of Work. There May Be A Moral Lurking Somewhere In This, But I Cannot For The Life Of Me Discover What It Is.

He's Completely Unspoiled By Failure.

Hollywood Is A Place Where Some People Lie On The Beach And Look Up At The Stars, Whereas Other People Lie On The Stars And Look Down At The Beach.

I Can Take Any Amount Of Criticism, As Long As It Is Unqualified Praise.