Dorothy Parker Quotes

Age Before Beauty." "Pearls Before Swine."

And it is that word 'hummy,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.

Sinbad is produced in accordance with the fine old Shubert precept that nothing succeeds like undress. <small>p. 6</small>

Brevity is the soul of lingerie.

Writing a book for the Follies seems to be about as profitable an occupation as furnishing flannel petticoats for the showgirls. <small>p. 151</small>

The murdered man meets his death in an intriguing and novel manner, which the management asks its customers, as a personal favor, not to reveal to possible future audiences. It remains a secret, chummily shared by those that have seen the play and the four or five million who read it in its original form as a Saturday Evening Post story a year or so ago. p. 320

There is one thing that appreciably eases the strain for the plays that arrive at this time of year, and that is that practically nothing is expected of them. <small>p. 306</small>

And she had It. It, hell; she had Those.

It is advertised as “a seagoin’ comedy,” and anytime they go leaving off the final g that way, you know what to expect. <small>p. 324</small>

The musical comedies of the month are She’s a Good Fellow and The Lady in Red, both of which owe their book and lyrics to Anne Caldwell—evidently a native of New York, judged by the casualness with which she rhymes “teacher” and “reach a.” <small>p. 82</small>

There's a hell of a distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words.

Anyone can do that—the stunt lies in not doing it. <small>p. 8</small>

If you want to know what the Lord God thinks of money, just look at those to whom he gives it.

Rockliffe Fellowes gives a likable performance of the secondary crook's rôle, and there are some decidedly agreeable-looking doughnuts consumed in the first act. And that is about all one can say for Pot Luck. <small>p. 260</small>

I thought that was going to be a good song, too, and then they went and rhymed “time” and “Rhine,” and spoiled everything. <small>p. 24</small>