The theatre should be treated with respect. The theatre is a wonderful place, a house of strange enchantment, a temple of illusion. What it most emphatically is not and never will be is a scruffy, ill-lit, fumed-oak drill hall serving as a temporary soap box for political propaganda.
I can take any amount of criticism, as long as it is unqualified praise.
How about slipping out of those wet things and into a dry Martini?
There isn't a particle of you that I don't know, remember, and want.
Star quality: I don't know what it is, but I've got it.
We have no reliable guarantee that the afterlife will be any less exasperating than this one, have we?