Hollywood called me America's Sweetheart and then acted shocked when I started signing the checks too. by Mary Pickford

Locked vault? Babe, you married me and still somehow ended up as the leading man in the room.

You were sweet, Mary, but you ran that studio like a locked vault with better lighting.

Douglas, you were an adventure until the receipts arrived.

That’s why they feared you, Mary: no drama, just contracts and a smile.

Exactly. I didn’t break hearts, I broke box-office records.