You know what nostalgia is, don't you? It's basically a matter of recalling the fun without reliving the pain.
It is my last wish to be burried sitting up.
Yes, burn your bridges.
You've got to know someone pretty well to hate them.
Never, never trust anyone who asks for white wine. It means they're phonies.
What a fool I was to come to Hollywood where they only understand platinum blondes and where legs are more important than talent.