We are on the track of something absolutely mediocre.
I hate that word. It's return--a return to the millions of people who've never forgiven me for deserting the screen.
When Chaplin found a voice to say what was on his mind, he was like a child of eight writing lyrics for Beethoven's Ninth.
I am big. It's the pictures that got small.
Happiness is working with Jack Lemmon.
Money makes even bastards legitimate.