Wracked with a hangover I do my muttering over a Black Velvet, a union of champagne and stout. Don't be swindled into believing there's any cure for a hangover. I've tried them all: iced tomatoes, hot clam juice, brandy peaches.… — Tallulah Bankhead Copy Share Image
Will TV kill the theater? If the programs I have seen, save for "Kukla, Fran and Ollie," the ball games and the fights, are any criterion, the theater need not wake up in a cold sweat. — Tallulah Bankhead Copy Share Image
“I have three phobias which, could I mute them,would make my life as slick as a sonnet,but dull as ditch water:I hate to go… — Tallulah Bankhead Copy Share Image
There have only been two authentic geniuses in the world, Willie Mays and Willie Shakespeare and I think you'd better put Shakespeare first, darling. — Tallulah Bankhead Copy Share Image
Working on television is like being shot out of a cannon. They cram you all up with rehearsals, then someone lights a fuse and… — Tallulah Bankhead Copy Share Image
If you really want to help the American theater, don't be an actress, dahling. Be an audience. — Tallulah Bankhead Copy Share Image
Don't be taken in by the guff that critics are killing the theater. Commonly they sin on the side of enthusiasm. Too often they… — Tallulah Bankhead Copy Share Image
No man worth his salt, no man of spirit and spine, no man for whom I could have any respect, could rejoice in the… — Tallulah Bankhead Copy Share Image
I have three phobias ...: I hate going to bed, get up and hate hate being alone. — Tallulah Bankhead Copy Share Image
A frozen daiquiri of a scorching afternoon is soothing. It makes living more tolerable. — Tallulah Bankhead Copy Share Image
