I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.

I don't know anyone who sits down to write a song hit except Irving Berlin. He can't help writing hits.

I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.

I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So, tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?

Good authors, too, who once knew better words now only use four-letter words writing prose... anything goes.

He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.

I've got you deep in the heart of me.