Eating for 4
Speaking of the late great Mr. Welles brings to mind a few great quotes…or, paraphrases maybe, because it has been quite a few years since I took a legit film class. But there were many. Many, indeed, and I used to actually think that these anecdotes made me interesting to the opposite sex. Of course, now I know better. Ask my wife…I barely ever ramble on about this stuff.
That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.
Anyway…things he said:
- I’m not very fond of movies. I don’t go to them much.
- I hate television. I hate it as much as peanuts. But I can’t stop eating peanuts.
- I started at the top and worked down.
- I don’t pray because I don’t want to bore God.
- My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four. Unless there are three other people.
That last is a favorite knowing how he blew up late in life. I don’t even think glucomannan could have stopped this guy. His regular dinner? Two steaks, rare, and a pint of scotch.
And I read somewhere that he actually put on weight for Touch of Evil. Wooo-hooo. No meat and potatoes for this bed and breakfast man…just meat and meat. And booze. And meat.