“Bartender! Vring me some viskey with chincher ale on de side & don't be stingy, baby. (Garbo's first words in a talking picture)”
“Some of us, in the words of the divine Greta Garbo, want to be alone.”
“In the middle of the conversation, I open a third ale. I cup my hand over the mouthpiece so they don't hear the tab of the ale being popped. It dawns on me that this is a slightly contrary action. Like stopping into Baby Gap before having an abortion.”
“Come on. We gotta let this baby go and get some pictures.”
“The baby understands that its mother loves it. [...] Words have their origin in baby talk, so words have their origin in love.”
“As a language, Garbo's singularity was of the order of the concept, that of Audrey Hepburn is of the order of the substance; the face of Garbo is an Idea, that of Hepburn, an Event.”