Ill come and make love to you at five oclock. If Im late start without me. – Tallulah Bankhead
Its one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work — the night watchman. – Tallulah Bankhead
Ill come and make love to you at five oclock. If Im late start without me. – Tallulah Bankhead
Its one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work — the night watchman. – Tallulah Bankhead
Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it. – Tallulah Bankhead