One evening I went to interview Marlene Dietrich. I walked into her apartment at the Waldorf-Astoria, and there she stood, poured into an evening gown, more beautiful than she had ever been on the screen. Even the surroundings were beautiful, and for a moment I was whipped. I was overwhelmed by beauty, and my brain wouldn't give me anything to say. Then I took hold of myself. It was utterly necessary that I bring this situation down to earth. She sat down, and I sat down and I said:
"Miss Dietrich, what would you say if I asked you to pull up your dress and let me see your legs?"
She didn't bat an eye.
"Why don't you ask me?" she said.
"All right," I said, "pull up your dress and let me see your legs."
"No."
Mr. Smith, Miss Dietrich eats punks like you for breakfast.
LOL..! I agree with you there..!
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