One time I heard my boyfriend had sex with another girl. So I called and asked him about it and he denied it, so I called the girl and she denied it too, and then I called my boyfriend back and told him that the girl had told me everything and he replied with “it was just one time. It meant nothing.” And then I replied with “fuck you, she didn’t tell me anything.” And that’s still my favorite story to tell.
It was a hot August day and I had been out making the rounds, and I was sweaty because in those days you had to wear your high heels and your gloves and everything. I went into my agent’s office because it had air conditioning, and I was sitting out talking to my friend who was the receptionist. What looked like an ad for an ice cream soda, there was Paul in a seersucker suit, which looked so pristine, and his shirt, no sweat, big blue eyes, lots of curly hair and everything, and I thought… ugh! Oh that’s disgusting!” —Joanne Woodward (on seeing Paul for the first time)
Opie: ‘With this ring I vow my love. And I promise, always, to cherish and protect you.
Jax: ‘What else?’
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