Good authors, too, who once knew better words now only use four-letter words writing prose... anything goes.
All the inspiration I ever needed was a phone call from a producer.
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? I don't.
Don't hit the person across from you with bits of toast, And don't, when dinner is nearly through, say 'Who's the host' It isn't done.
I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking. Now, Heaven knows, anything goes. The world has gone mad today, and good's bad today, and black's white today, and day's night today.