If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them.

If I had a shiny gun I could have a world of fun Speeding bullets through the brains Of the folks that cause me pains :)

[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.

I like to think of my shining tombstone. It gives me, as you might say, something to live for.

She can sit up and beg, and she can give her paw — I don't say she will, but she can.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.