A career is a wonderful thing, but you can't snuggle up to it at night.

Isn't there any other part of the matzo you can eat?

Maybe I’ll never be able to do what I hope to, but at least I have hope.

I love to do the things the censors won't pass.

Someone said to me, 'If fifty percent of the experts in Hollywood said you had no talent and should give up, what would you do?' My answer was then and still is, 'If a hundred percent told me that, all one hundred percent would be wrong.'

First, I'm trying to prove to myself that I'm a person. Then maybe I'll convince myself that I'm an actress.

Joe: You don't want me, Sugar. I'm a liar and a phony. A saxophone player. One of those no-goodniks you keep running away from. Sugar: I know, every time. Joe: Sugar, do yourself a favor. Go back to where the millionaires are, the sweet end of the lollipop, not the cole slaw in the face, the old socks and the squeezed-out tube of toothpaste. Sugar: That's right. Pour it on. Talk me out of it. (She grabs him to kiss him.)