Let's be BUTTERFIELD 8.

I'm the Sunbeam Alpine

I’m Happy, the motel owner. I tell Gloria to kick up her heels and burn the candle at both ends.

I am the mink coat belonging to the Wife.

I'm the lipstick on the mirror.

I’m the Oscar won for playing a whore. Some would say I had been born to play this role.....

I'm BEekman3. Brrrrring....

I'm Debbie Reynolds wondering how I can make the hole in Liz's neck even bigger before the Oscars.

"I'm the lipstick on the mirror. "

NO SALE!

I'm what Dina Merrill would have said to Elizabeth Taylor if the story had been true life:

"Oh girl, please! Go on and take him. With my money? I'll have another one just like him tomorrow."

I'm someone seeing the title of the movie and dialing BUtterfield 8- with my pencil.

I'm Eddie Fisher, wondering why I'm in the movie.

I’m BUtterfield 8, the old telephone exchange to the Manhattan’s Upper East Side.

I am Dr Tredman, Gloria's psychiatrist.

"I was the slut of all time!"

I am Eddie Fisher, claiming in his later book that he and Liz had actual sex for a scene that was cut from the movie.

That movie was shot in 1960. Everyone looks well dressed and polite, with a nice way of speaking.

How did this country change so much so fast? Just 22 years later Madonna was dancing around and dry humping on stage. 22 years ago Friends was the big thing.

Fuck time and how fast things change. Not a wonder why old people get butter about things changing.

I'm Gloria's mother's bitchy best friend who thinks that Gloria is a dirty whore!

"How's church?"

"Why do you go sometime, and find out?"

I'm Gloria's wig falling off during the car accident!

I'm the lipstick on the mirror.... "NO SALE!"