Ich liebe diesen Absatz aus einem Brief von Groucho Marx an Filmproduzent Jerry Wald. Der Sack hat mit Audrey getanzt.
My De Soto was whisked away from the front of the theatre so swiftly that I arrived at Romanoff's in a Buick. There I rapidly got drunk, danced with Audrey Hepburn, looked down (and up) Jayne Mansfield's knockers, had a fine lobster dinner and spent a good half hour rubbing someone's legs under the table .... which, on investigation, turned out to be my wife's.
It was a bang-up evening .... and that's how I wound up.