Hollywood Is A Changing World These Days.

Those With A Moral Deficit Put On A Good Show, And Sleep Like A Baby.

I Picture My Epitaph: 'here Lies Paul Newman, Who Died A Failure Because His Eyes Turned Brown.

The Only Question I Ever Ask Any Woman Is, 'what Time Is Your Husband Coming Home?'

Now Then, If We Were To Go The Lowest Road And Plaster My Face On The Bottle Of Oil And Vinegar Dressing Just To Line Our Pockets, It Would Sink. But To Go The Low Road To Get To The High Road- Shameless Exploitation For Charity, For The Common Good- Now That's An Idea Worth The Hustle, A Reciprocal Trade Agreement.

Fill The Moment And Find Variety.