When The Public Doesn't Want Me Any

Frankly, My Dear, I Don't Give A Damn.

When The Public Doesn't Want Me Any Longer, I'll Quit.

It Is An Extra Dividend When You Like The Girl You've Fallen In Love With.

It's A Chain Of Accidents. When You Step Into Hollywood, You Wind Yourself Into Thousands Of Chains Of Accidents. If All Of The Thousands Happen To Come Out Exactly Right-and The Chance Of That Figures Out To Be One In Eight Million-then You'll Be A Star.

Types Really Don't Matter. I Have Been Accused Of Preferring Blondes. But I Have Known Some Mighty Attractive Redheads, Brunettes, And Yes, Women With Grey Hair. Age, Height, Weight Haven't Anything To Do With Glamour.