Can't act. Can't sing. Slightly bald. Can dance a little.
Dancing is a sweat job.
Why didn't you tell me I was in love with you?
I have no desire to prove anything by dancing ... I just dance.
I am bit sending messages with my feet. All I ever wanted was not to come up empty. I did it for the dough and the old applause.
We attend to his later performances as a dramatic actor with respect, but watching the nondancing, nonsinging Astaire is like watching a grounded skylark.