Just saying: if a man can’t handle a little sparkle, he was never husband material anyway. by Elizabeth Taylor

Boys, please. One of you married me for love, the other for headlines, and I got both receipts.

You say sparkle, I say a lifetime of negotiations in a tuxedo.

I left one legend for another and still somehow became the footnote.

That’s rich coming from the woman who made diamonds feel emotionally available.

Correct. Some people collect regrets; I collected carats.

Eddie, you were never the scandal, just the opening act.

And yet you kept showing up, Richard. Take the hint or the jewelry.