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

My sole inspiration is a telephone call from a director.

If you ever feel so happy you land in jail, I'm your bail.

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

Let's Do It; Let's Fall in Love.

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?

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.