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I watched this last night -- an Alfred Hitchcock movie I'd never seen before, script by Robert Benchley, who also appears in the movie (that's him in the lower right-hand corner).
There is no such thing in anyone's life as an unimportant day.
Alexander Woollcott
"Indian Summer," by Dorothy Parker (embroidered cocktail napkin)
Tribute to Dorothy Parker and Polly by EricaHastings
I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking something up and finding something else on the way.
Franklin P. Adams
“If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.”
Dorothy Parker (via petalsquotesandthorns)
If you can’t be funny, be interesting.
Harold Ross, founder and editor of The New Yorker
Dorothy Parker and Robert Benchley, by Alex Robinson
Harpo Marx, to whom he was devoted, took delight in rattling the easily embarrassed [George S.] Kaufman. As a friend, Harpo was a practical joker of incredible proportions. There was the day when Harpo, Bea, and George Kaufman were in a diner aboard a train going to Bucks County. A little old lady asked if she might take the fourth chair at their table. Bea said it was all right, but George, knowing how unpredictably mad Harpo was, squirmed. Harpo said nothing. He didn’t even look at her. The little old lady finished eating first and asked for her check. George was still concerned about Harpo. The waiter brought the lady’s check on a saucer. George smiled with relief. But Harpo, still not looking up from his plate, reached for the saucer, salted and peppered the lady’s check, and ate it. Kaufman twisted in agony.