Personality is the glitter that sends your little gleam across the footlights and the orchestra pit into that big black space where the audience is.
Mae WestMen would wither and custom stale them, but diamonds! Ah, they were crystallized immortality!
Mae WestTira begins to sing "I'm No Angel" to him as the screen fades: Baby, I can warm you with this love of mine. I'm No Angel. Aw, let me feel my fingers running through your hair, I can give you kisses. . . .
Mae West