Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.

Method acting? There are quite a few methods. Mine involves a lot of talent, a glass, and some cracked ice.

Dying is the last thing I will ever do.

When archaeologists discover the missing arms of Venus de Milo, they will find she was wearing boxing gloves.

Busy yourselves with this, you damned walruses, while the rest of use proceed with the libretto.

The trouble with life is that there are so many beautiful women and so little time.

Love is the delightful interval between meeting a beautiful girl and discovering that she looks like a haddock.