[From a window in the Writer's Building at MGM, which overlooked a cemetery:] Hello down there. It might interest you to know that up here we are just as dead as you are.

Somebody was using the pencil.

[On being told their loquacious, domineering host was 'outspoken':] By whom?

Art is a form of catharsis.

I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.

Ducking for apples -- change one letter and it's the story of my life.

Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.