Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn.
His books are exciting and powerful and — if I may filch the word from the booksy ones — pulsing.
Work is the province of cattle.
[On the ringing of her doorbell or telephone:] What fresh hell is this?
Three highballs, and I think I'm St. Francis of Assisi.
There is entirely too much charm around, and something must be done to stop it.