Petting Is The Study Of The Anatomy

All I Have Going Is My Looks. When My Beauty Goes, I'm Through.

I Haven't Taken An Overdose Of Sleeping Pills And Called My Agent. I Haven't Been In Jail, And I Don't Go Running To The Psychiatrist Every Two Minutes. That's Something Of An Accomplishment These Days.

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.

Elizabeth Taylor Is Not Beautiful, She Is Pretty—i Was Beautiful.

I Suffered, I Really Suffered, With All Three Of My Husbands. And I Tried Damn Hard With All Three, Starting Each Marriage Certain That It Was Going To Last Until The End Of My Life. Yet None Of Them Lasted More Than A Year Or Two.