Hollywood, we decided, was a nice place to die, but we wouldn't want to live there.
It was plain to see the Hollywood undertakers take care of everything. If you die you don't have to lift a finger.
We were ensconced as guests of the exclusive Beverly Hilton Hotel, an edifice so swank that the fire ax in the hall outside our suite said: "In case of fire-break crystal."
... Variety and the Hollywood Reporter, two publications read more faithfully in Hollywood than the Koran is in Mecca.