Frankly, My Dear, I Don't

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.

If Any Child Of Mine Becomes An Actor I Will Turn In My Grave.

When It's Over It's Over. No Questions, No Tears, No Farewell Kisses.

I'm Just A Lucky Slob From Ohio Who Happened To Be In The Right Place At The Right Time.