Oh, my, word... - Shirley Temple Black

I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.

"My Chicken can do a special trick!

"And what is that?"

She can lay an egg!

"And what's so special about THAT?!"

Well, Can YOU lay an egg?"

"Not for nothing was the MGM lot known as the "factory," a studio perfumed with sultry, busty creatures with long legs and tight haunches, and more than its quota of lecherous older men."