In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.

I’ll drink your champagne. I’ll drink every drop of it, I don’t care if it kills me.

I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.

It’s all life is. Just going ’round kissing people.

Never miss a party…good for the nerves–like celery.

You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth.

I hope I haven’t given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

Believe me, I may be a bit blasé, but I can still get any man I want.

Take off that darn fur coat!…Or maybe you’d like to have us open all the windows.