I never say a funny thing intentionally.
I cannot write music. I cannot play the piano.
I would write plays for my grandmother, who was stone deaf, my mother and the dog, that was our audience.
My mother was the dearest, sweetest angel. She didn't talk; she sang. She was a tower of strength.
My father was a good preacher and had a little bit of drama.
I feel very sorry for women who continue to purchase real fur coats. They are lacking in a woman's most important requisites, heart and sensitivity.