John Barrymore Thoughts

Best 20+ John Barrymore Messages, Quotes, and Images

A man must pay the fiddler. In my case it so happened that a whole symphony orchestra often had to be subsidized.

A man must pay the fiddler. In my case it so happened that a whole symphony orchestra often had to be subsidized.

My wife is the kind of girl who will not go anywhere without her mother, and her mother will go anywhere.

My wife is the kind of girl who will not go anywhere without her mother, and her mother will go anywhere.

If it isn't the sheriff, it's the finance company; I've got more attachments on me than a vacuum cleaner.

If it isn't the sheriff, it's the finance company; I've got more attachments on me than a vacuum cleaner.

Busy yourselves with this, you damned walruses, while the rest of use proceed with the libretto.

Busy yourselves with this, you damned walruses, while the rest of use proceed with the libretto.

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