We are on the track of something absolutely mediocre.

An actor entering through the door, you've got nothing. But if he enters through the window, you've got a situation.

My Aunt Minnie would always be punctual and never hold up production, but who would pay to see my Aunt Minnie?

You're as good as the best thing you've ever done.

I'm not happy. I'm not happy at all.

The forest of Compiegne. Look at it. Like a kind grandmother dozing in her rocking chair. Old trees practicing curtsies in the wind because they still think Louis XIV is king.

Ah, Marilyn, Hollywood's Joan of Arc, our Ultimate Sacrificial Lamb. Well, let me tell you, she was mean, terribly mean. The meanest woman I have ever known in this town. I am appalled by this Marilyn Monroe cult. Perhaps it's getting to be an act of courage to say the truth about her. Well, let me be courageous. I have never met anyone as utterly mean as Marilyn Monroe. Nor as utterly fabulous on the screen, and that includes Garbo.