A Quote by Barbara Billingsley

People stopped me on the street and said 'I can't live up to you.' Of course, they're referring to June Cleaver. — © Barbara Billingsley
People stopped me on the street and said 'I can't live up to you.' Of course, they're referring to June Cleaver.
In June 1972, I went with friends to see the Rolling Stones at the Los Angeles Forum. After the concert, as we crossed through the parking lot, a guy in a brown Mercedes stopped in the middle of the street and got out. He came up to me and asked if I had ever modeled.
June Cleaver didn't keep her house in perfect order, the prop man did it.
My parents were like June and Ward Cleaver; there was nothing dysfunctional about them.
A lady with a clipboard stopped me in the street the other day. She said, 'Can you spare a few minutes for cancer research?' I said, 'All right, but we won't get much done.'
I had a picture-perfect childhood. My parents were like June and Ward Cleaver; there was nothing dysfunctional about them.
When I said there was only one Judy Dench, I was, of course, referring to myself.
You don't have to choose between June Cleaver or Barbara Walters. There are miles of space between them.
When I said 'we', officer, I was referring to myself, the four young ladies, and, of course, the goat.
I couldn't tell you my wedding anniversary (although I seem to remember it was in June. Or maybe July. Definitely a month beginning with a 'J,' anyhow. But not January. Um. I think) and people I went to school with get extremely fed up with me when I bump into them in the street and have absolutely no recollection of their faces.
I ended up getting drafted by the Colorado Rockies on June 8, 2010 and the next day, my dad passed away, in June 9, 2010. So I'm at the biggest high of my life on June 8th. And the next day, June 9th, he's gone.
Everything for me has happened so quickly. I finished shooting 'The Blind Side' not this past June, but the June before, and all of sudden up to now, it seems like it's gone from zero to 60 for me. I feel so fortunate to be able to say that.
For ages, I had this mullet until someone on the street stopped me and said, 'Darling, can I cut your hair for free? Because you look a bit weird.'
Pounce had it easier than any of us. No one noticed a black cat in the street. He stopped here and there to sniff aught of interest. Wherever our Rat stopped, Pounce was there, close enough to see up the Rat's nose. I was so proud. Now there was a proper god, making himself useful! Since my thought might be deemed blasphemy, I said silent prayers to the Goddess and to Mithros. I begged forgiveness and asked them not to misunderstand. Since I wasn't blasted where I stood, I guess they forgave me, or they hadn't heard my blasphemy.
If it was up to me, it would be nice not ever to get stopped on the street, because we just do music. I didn't do this to become a celebrity.
June. June Mathis. No, no one else, ever. She gave me my start. She first, of all people, believed in me.
I used to live in a street in Bristol which was, depending on your tabloid of choice, either Britain's most dangerous street or a moral cesspit. People made judgments about me on where I lived. It affected me - it affected my life chances. That is going on today with people in social housing. That, to me, isn't acceptable.
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