[to The Critic Who Wrote A Negative

Bette [davis] And I Are Good Friends. There's Nothing I Wouldn't Say To Her Face - Both Of Them.

[to The Critic Who Wrote A Negative Review:] I Am Sitting In The Smallest Room Of The House. Your Review Is Before Me. Soon It Will Be Behind Me.

I'm Not Childless, Darling. I Am Childfree.

It's Unlikely I'll Ever Submit To A Psychiatrist's Couch. I Don't Want Some Stranger Prowling Around Through My Psyche, Monkeying With My Id. I Don't Need An Analyst To Tell Me That I Have Never Had Any Sense Of Security. Who Has?

[to The Man Who Came Up To Her At A Party And Exclaimed Effusively, 'tallulah! I Haven't Seen You For 41 Years!':] I Thought I Told You To Wait In The Car.