Harry Edison:
I'm gonna' tell you something now, Mel. I've never told this to anybody. I don't think you got a brain for business. You can't handle problems. I think you're a child. A baby. A spoiled infant. But as God is my judge, many's a night I lay in bed envying you. Isnt' that something? What I've got, you'll never have, but what you've got, I'd like to have just once.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:10