When We Played The Back End Of

If You Live To Be One Hundred, You've Got It Made. Very Few People Die Past That Age.

If It's A Good Script I'll Do It. And If It's A Bad Script, And They Pay Me Enough, I'll Do It.

In Those Days The Best Painkiller Was Ice; It Wasn't Addictive And It Was Particularly Effective If You Poured Some Whiskey Over It.

I'm At The Age Now Where Just Putting My Cigar In Its Holder Is A Thrill.

By [age] 93, I Had Shrunk Quite A Lot. My Car Was Known As The Phantom Cadillac. People Would See It Whizzing By And They Would Swear There Was No Driver.