For Gin, In Cruel Sober Truth, Supplies

You Kissed Me Because You Were Awfully Nice And I Was Awfully Nice And We Both Liked Kissing Very Much. It Was Inevitable.

Bed Is The Perfect Climate.

Never Mind, Dear, We're All Made The Same, Though Some More Than Others.

I Will Accept Anything In The Theatre . . . Provided It Amuses Or Moves Me. But If It Does Neither, I Want To Go Home.

As One Gets Older, One Discovers Everything Is Going To Be Exactly The Same With Different Hats On.