A Quote by Bob Hope

You can calculate Zsa Zsa Gabor's age by the rings on her fingers. — © Bob Hope
You can calculate Zsa Zsa Gabor's age by the rings on her fingers.
Zsa Zsa Gabor got married as a one-off, and it was so successful she turned it into a series.
Zsa Zsa Gabor, the only woman ever to apply for group alimony. Never got a dinner!
As a graduate of the Zsa Zsa Gabor School of Creative mathematics, I honestly do not know how old I am.
Paris Hilton, it turns out, is related to fellow celebrity jailbirds Zsa Zsa Gabor and G. Gordon Liddy.
Having been engaged rather a lot of times, Zsa Zsa Gabor was asked whether a lady should give back the ring. Her answer? "Of course dahlink, but first, you take out all the diamonds.
To be manager of the Yankees under the malevolent dictatorship of George Steinbrenner is like being married to Zsa Zsa Gabor - the union is short and sweet.
I feel like Zsa Zsa Gabor's sixth husband. I know what I'm supposed to do, but I don't know how to make it interesting.
Zsa Zsa Gabor is an expert housekeeper. Every time she gets divorced, she keeps the house.
I was hired because I am Zsa Zsa Gabor, but when I go to work, directors try to force their methods on me. John Huston's intense, precise directions tortured me.
Sure, every young person dreams about being famous, but nobody wants to be famous - unless they're Zsa Zsa Gabor - every single moment of every single day.
I've had this conversation with Chrissie Hynde and Courtney Love. If they'd dated the men they dated before they picked up their guitars, things would have been different. I'm not trying to name drop, but I've had this conversation with Cher, too, who has more last names than Zsa Zsa.
I am a horsewoman. I am a princess. I am Zsa Zsa.
I always wear at least five rings on my fingers - I have these knuckle rings I really like.
He wound the scarf around his fingers until her hand was hanging in the space between them. Then he slid the silk and his fingers into her open palm. And Eleanor disintegrated.
She lay on her back and walked her fingers down her ribs, skipped them over her abdomen, and landed on her pelvic bones. She tapped them with her Knuckles. [. . .] I can hear my bones, she thought. Her fingers moved up from her pelvic bones to her waist. The elastic of her underpants barely touched the center of her abdomen. The bridge is almost finished, she thought. The elastic hung loosely around each thigh. More progress. She put her knees together and raised them in the air. No matter how tightly she pressed them together, her thighs did not touch.
Music was our wife and we loved her. We stayed with her, clothed her and put diamond rings on her hands.
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