For The Loot, Honey, For The Loot.

I Dealt With Men Who Had Tempers, And Who Could Get Violent-lord Knows How I Had To Defend Myself Against Howard Hughes And Frank Sinatra, And From Artie Shaw's Verbal Abuse. But George [c. Scott] Was A Different Category Of Animal When He Got Drunk. He'd Break Into My Hotel Room, Which He Did In Italy, London And At The Beverly Hills Hotel, Attack Me To Where I Was Frightened For My Life, And Scream, 'why Won't You Marry Me?' Well, I Would Never Marry A Man Who Couldn't Control His Liquor. Me, I'm A Happy Drunk. I Laugh, I Dance. I Certainly Don't Break Bottles And Threaten To Kill.

If I Had My Life To Live Over Again, I'd Live It The Same Way. Maybe A Few Changes Here Or There, But Nothing Special. The Truth Is, Honey, I've Enjoyed My Life. I've Had A Hell Of A Good Time.

I Either Write The Book Or Sell The Jewels. And I'm Kinda Sentimental About The Jewels.

I Am Deeply Superficial.

So This Was Where Lust Was Satisfied. If I'd Been An Old-time Miner I'd Have Asked For My Gold Nugget Back.