The roses you lifted to your lips ... lucky roses!

All I need is the opportunity,' I said confidently. He smiled. 'Seventeen's very young, and you look even younger.' I shrugged off-handedly. 'That's a question of make-up.' Karno laughed. That shrug, he told Sydney later, got me the job.

More than machinery, we need humanity.

I'm an old weed. The more I'm cut down, the more I spring up again.

I'm an old sinner. Nothing shocks me.

Brunettes are troublemakers. They're worse than the Jews.