I Can't Even Get Three Weeks Off

The Dining Room In My Old House Was Truly Magnificent, But By Far The Worst Room For Conversation. I'd Get Up From The Table, A Very Long Table, And Somebody Would Always Say, Paul, I Never Got To Talk To You.

I Laughed All The Way Through Love Story.

The Whole Romantic Part Of My Life Was A Wipeout. I Didn't Even Own A Belt.

I'm Used To Living Alone, And I Like It That Way. You Become So Selfish Living Alone...i'd Make A Terrible Husband Anyway.

Someday I'm Going To Go Onstage In A Dress If I Want To.