The brains of members of the Press departments of motion-picture studios resemble soup at a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.

There's a sort of wooly headed duckiness about you. If I wasn't so crazy about Marmaduke, I could really marry you Bertie.

I always strive, when I can, to spread sweetness and light. There have been several complaints about it.

He looks much more like a lobster than most lobsters do.

He looked haggard and careworn, like a Borgia who has suddenly remembered that he has forgotten to shove cyanide in the consommé, and the dinner-gong due any moment.

She looked like something that might have occured to Ibsen in one of his less frivolous moments.

What you want, my lad, and what you're going to get are two very different things.