Quote by Keith Thibodeaux
In fact, I was one of the few trusted people that Lucy allowed to

In fact, I was one of the few trusted people that Lucy allowed to play with their kids. I spent time at their summer home, rode horses at their ranch, and swam at their beach house. I even spent a Christmas with them at Palm Springs one year. – Keith Thibodeaux

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Dad bought me a toy drum one Christmas, and I eventually destroyed it. I wanted a real drum and he bought me a snare drum. Dad continued to buy me one drum after the other. – Keith Thibodeaux

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Lucy took care of me on the set, and made sure that none of the crew cussed around me. She also had birthday parties for me and made sure that they were well attended. – Keith Thibodeaux

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Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska wont make it white. – Bing Crosby

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Fantastic! Right in the middle of that long stretch between Christmas and Spring Break, your coats are getting dirty, everythings dark, dingy – what a great time for a movie! – John Hughes

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I had eight brothers and sisters. Every Christmas my younger brother Bobby would wake up extra early and open everybodys presents – everybodys – so by the time the rest of us got up, all the gifts were shredded, ribbons off, torn open and thrown aside. – Tommy Hilfiger

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I was at the vice presidents Christmas party. I thought that his speech was spectacular, and I knew that it was a very emotional and difficult thing for him to do, but I admonished him for not waiting just one more stinking day. – Bradley Whitford

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