Hollywood Is A Place Where

Most Of Us Spend The First Six Days Of Each Week Sowing Wild Oats; Then We Go To Church On Sunday And Pray For A Crop Failure.

Hush, Little Bright Line, Don’t You Cry You’ll Be A Cliché By And By.

If I Could Get My Membership Fee Back, I'd Resign From The Human Race.

He Always Had A Chip On His Shoulder That He Was Ready To Use To Kindle An Argument.

What's On Your Mind, If You Will Allow The Overstatement.