A Quote by Nathan Lane

Hollywood... Real diamonds, fake breasts. — © Nathan Lane
Hollywood... Real diamonds, fake breasts.
I've found that Hollywood's a really honest business. They don't pull any punches. They tell you exactly what you want-I want the fake breasts and the flat car and the big pool. You know, they're real up-front about it.
I buy so much fake jewelry, it's funny. It's not real. I don't wear real diamonds or anything.
For me, luxury isn't just the real thing. It's also fake. Swarovski crystals or real diamonds? It's a game.
I've decided that I am totally against jewelry. So I have all fake. There's no reason to have real diamonds. People think it's real anyway.
For me, luxury isn't just the real thing. It's also fake. Swarovski crystals or real diamonds? It's a game. You have to be luxurious nude.
Here's my thought about fake breasts: If I can touch them, they're real.
I think people are fascinated with breasts that bounce. They are so used to seeing fake ones – people are confused. My breasts have a life of their own.
There's no shortage of attention junkies with large breasts in Hollywood but only Michael Moore's are real.
Real person. real name. I won't divulge too much, but it's not a fake name. And it's not a fake person. I guess that's the best answer I can say: It's not a fake name and it's not a fake person. But it's not her real name and it's not a real person either.
What's so beautiful about breasts is their uniqueness. I don't understand the obsession with fakeness. It's a very odd thing, isn't it, to prefer fake and big to small and unique or just beautiful and real.
The world of art, I have suggested, is full of fakes. Fake originality, fake emotion and the fake expertise of the critics - these are all around us and in such abundance that we hardly know where to look for the real thing. Or perhaps there is no real thing?
I think Hollywood has this reputation of being fake, but there is real people, and you can choose and try and see.
Only a Californian would have observed that it is becoming increasingly difficult to tell the real fake from the fake fake.
But if the strength ain't real, I recall thinking the very last thing that day, before I finally passed out, then the weakness sure enough is. Weakness is true and real. I used to accuse the kid of faking his weakness. But faking proves the weakness is real. Or you wouldn't be so weak as to fake it. No, you can't ever fake being weak. You can only fake being strong. . .
I don't understand all these breasts right now, and they don't look like breasts. They look like someone's taken a grapefruit half and inserted it under your skin. I mean it's - it doesn't even bear any resemblance to what a natural breast looks like. But we're starting to think that this is what women should like. And young girls are looking at these breasts and thinking, oh, I need to go have my breasts done because they've lost touch with what a real breast actually looks like. I find it fascinating, I find it disturbing.
It happened on 'Laguna Beach' where you don't know what's real and fake, and I saw cast members who couldn't distinguish what was real and what was fake anymore. It was kind of scary to see, so I kept them very separate so that I didn't go crazy.
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