Fame Gives You Everything You

Elizabeth Taylor Is Not Beautiful, She Is Pretty—i Was Beautiful.

I Am Deeply Superficial.

I Thought I Was Making Fifty Dollars A Week [at Mgm], But It Turned Out To Be $35 Because Twelve Weeks Of The Year You Were On Layoff. It Was White Slavery, And It Lasted For Seventeen Years.

Sing Me Not A Song; Let Me Hear Your Recital Of Veneration And Respect; This I Will Listen To Over And Over When I Share Your Need Of Pleasing.

All I Have Going Is My Looks. When My Beauty Goes, I'm Through.