I used to be Snow White … but I drifted.

Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?

Why don’t you come up sometime, and see me?

‘Goodness, what beautiful diamonds!’

It’s not the men in my life that counts—it’s the life in my men.

Beulah, peel me a grape.

I always say, keep a diary and some day it’ll keep you.