For The Loot, Honey, For The Loot.

Oh, What The Hell Did I Know? I Went To The Set The First Day In Full Makeup And The Director Told Me To Take It Off. So I Did The Film Without Makeup. I Had Nothing To Do With Anything I Did. I Never Understood Why I Was So Famous.

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.

When You Have To Face Up To The Fact That Marriage To The Man You Love Is Really Over, That's Very Tough, Sheer Agony. In That Kind Of Harrowing Situation, I Always Go Away And Cut Myself Off From The World. Also, I Sober Up Immediately When There Is Genuine Bad News In My Life; I Never Face It With Alcohol In My Brain. I Just Rented A House In Palm Springs And Sat There And Just Suffered For A Couple Of Weeks. I Suffered There Until I Was Strong Enough To Face It.

The Truth Is That The Only Time I'm Happy Is When I'm Doing Absolutely Nothing. I Don't Understand People Who Like To Work And Talk About It Like It Was Some Sort Of Goddamn Duty. Doing Nothing Feel Like Floating On Warm Water To Me. Delightful, Perfect.

I Wish To Live To 150 Years Old, But The Day I Die, I Wish It To Be With A Cigarette In One Hand And A Glass Of Whiskey In The Other.