We Movie Stars All End

I Think I'll Have A Large Order Of Prognosis Negative.

Some Young Hollywood Starlets Remind Me Of My Grandmother's Old Farmhouse -- All Painted Up Nice On The Front Side, A Big Swing On The Backside, And Nothing Whatsoever In The Attic.

One Begins To Realize That One Is Getting Old When The Birthday Candles Weigh More Than The Cake.

In This Rat-race Everybody's Guilty Till Proved Innocent!

[on Gay Men:] Let Me Say, A More Artistic, Appreciative Group Of People For The Arts Does Not Exist ... They Are More Knowledgeable, More Loving Of The Arts. They Make The Average Male Look Stupid.