It's midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half.
Gimme a visky with a ginger ale on the side - and don't be stinchy, beby.
Anyone who has a continuous smile on his face conceals a toughness that is almost frightening.
I have made enough faces.
I only said, 'I want to be left alone.'
Perhaps it's better if I live in your heart, where the world can't see me. If I'm dead, there will be no stain on our love.