Give me a whiskey, ginger ale on the side.
Fiddle-dee-dee. There’s no place
like home. Would you be shocked
if I put on something more comfortable?
You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve?
Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be
a bumpy night. Say where
are the Harlows of yesteryear?
And don’t be stingy, baby.
I always say a kiss on the hand
might feel very good, but a diamond
tiara lasts forever. Must you flirt?
Suppress it. Nature, Mr. Allnut,
is what we were put into
this world to rise above. But
where are the Monroes of yesteryear?
Listen to me, mister. I’d love to kiss you,
but I just washed my hair. After all tomorrow
is another day! Why don’t you come up
some time and see me? You want a leg
or a breast? Well, I proved once and for all
that the limb is mightier than the thumb.
His eyes made love to me all evening. Still
where are the Garbos of yesteryear?
It took more than one man to change my name
to Shanghai Lily. I was the slut of all time.
If I’d been a ranch, they would’ve named me the
Bar Nothing. What does it matter
what you say about people? You just
put your lips together and blow. Play it
Sam. Play “As Time Goes By.” And tell me
where are the shows of yesteryear?