Who's to say who's an expert?

You discover a lot of things on your feet and if you don't have any rehearsal, then anything that happens on the screen is by accident.

I don't go for the so-called "intimate" stuff. Column items that report: "Minerva Ferncroft sleeps in pink dusting powder between puce-colored sheets in a heart-shaped bed." It leaves me cold.

I picture my epitaph: 'Here lies Paul Newman, who died a failure because his eyes turned brown.

Where the hell are the singing cats?

Admit it. I'm the best you ever seen, Fats. I'm the best there is. And even if you beat me, I'm still the best.

A man with no enemies is a man with no character.