Henry Rufus:
If talent had anything to do with success, Brooks Brothers would go out of business. Television studios would be turned into supermarkets. We are talking about success, a world where fancy foreign cars replace subways and bus transfers. Where all women are beautiful and willing. A world created, designed and running like a charm for those few who've scaled the heights, broken through the soundy barrier, by whatever fashion, but invariably by being at the right place at the right time, when success, like a crock of cherries, comes crashing down on the head of fortune's child, as it did on yours. There she was, an actress fresh from the shores of Romanoff's. There were you, with a hangover, fresh from the steam baths, standing on the threshold, the veritable threshold of success. I rest my case, and may it be Napoleon Brandy.
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