Let’s Be Funny Girl

Remember me? I'm Anne Francis, a "co-star" of this movie. Of course you don't remember me. Most of my scenes ended up on the cutting room floor.

I'm the ugly empire waist gowns, one in brown.

I'm the anachronistic hairdos and makeup.

I’m Mrs. Strakosh. There’s a person named Mrs. Strakosh?

I'm Nicky Arnstein's gambling addiction.

My compulsion and desperation are accurately depicted and well-acted by Omar Sharif.

"Funny Girl" should be added to the curricula of gambling recovery programs.

I'm Barbra's acne scars the cinematographer had to disguise with lighting tricks and filters.

I'm that weird scarf dance rehearsal

R4: Aww shucks, I wanted to be Mrs. Strakosh saying, "Faaahnie"

I’m the half Oscar

I'm Kay Medford's undeserved Best Supporting Actress Oscar nomination.

I’m the country house. I was only there for two minutes.

I´m the dough.

Nr. 192 on the list of Top Lifetime Adjusted Grosses: $375,170,115

I'm the vintage 1920s Fortuny shift dress found by Irene Sharaff.

I’m no bigger than two lentils.

You are woman, I am man

I'm Elaine Joyce. On roller skates.

I'm the maid and cook who were paid in full by Fanny plus 3 months in advance.

I'm her long nails no one had at the time.

I’m the number 24 tug boat. I will go on to be Barbra’s lucky number.

I'm well past my expiration date and smell like alley-rat pastrami.

I'm Nicky Arnsetin, Nicky Arnstein, I have a beautiful, beautiful name.

I'm Sadie, Sadie, Married Lady.

I’m the bagel on a plate full of onion rolls.

I'm the Add-A-Pearl necklace

I’m the missing son who didn’t want to be mentioned in the play or film.

I'm Barbra's muff

I'm the bouquet of yellow roses that had the shit beat out of them during "Don't Rain on My Parade."

Don’t RAIN on my parade!