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|#431||A Hollywood producer calls a friend, another producer on the phone.|
"Hello?" his friend answers.
"Hi!" says the man. "This is Bob, how are you doing?"
"Oh," says the friend, "I'm doing great! I just sold a screenplay
for two hundred thousand dollars. I've started a novel adaptation and the
studio advanced me fifty thousand dollars on it. I also have a television
series coming on next week, and everyone says it's going to be a big hit!
I'm doing *great*! How are you?"
"Okay," says the producer, "give me a call when he leaves."
|#432||A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.|
|#433|| A musical reviewer admitted he always praised the first show of a|
new theatrical season. "Who am I to stone the first cast?"
|#434|| A musician of more ambition than talent composed an elegy at|
the death of composer Edward MacDowell. She played the elegy for the
pianist Josef Hoffman, then asked his opinion. "Well, it's quite
nice," he replied, but don't you think it would be better if..."
"If what?" asked the composer.
"If ... if you had died and MacDowell had written the elegy?"
|#435||A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.|
|#436||A rose is a rose is a rose. Just ask Jean Marsh, known to millions of|
PBS viewers in the '70s as Rose, the maid on the LWT export "Upstairs,
Downstairs." Though Marsh has since gone on to other projects, ... it's
with Rose she's forever identified. So much so that she even likes to
joke about having one named after her, a distinction not without its
drawbacks. "I was very flattered when I heard about it, but when I looked
up the official description, it said, `Jean Marsh: pale peach, not very
good in beds; better up against a wall.' I want to tell you that's not
true. I'm very good in beds as well."
|#437||A sequel is an admission that you've been reduced to imitating yourself.|
-- Don Marquis
|#438|| A shy teenage boy finally worked up the nerve to give a gift to|
Madonna, a young puppy. It hitched its waggin' to a star.
|#439||A team effort is a lot of people doing what I say.|
-- Michael Winner, British film director
|#440||A true artist will let his wife starve, his children go barefoot, his mother|
drudge for his living at seventy, sooner than work at anything but his art.
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