Working with Marilyn Monroe on The Misfits (1961) nearly gave me a heart attack. I have never been happier when a film ended.
Disagreeing with the fervent patriotism of the Confederates: "I think it's hard winning a war with words, gentlemen. . . . I'm saying very plainly that the Yankees are better equipped than we. . . . All we've got is cotton and slaves, and arrogance." "I seem to be spoiling everybody's brandy and cigars and dreams of victory."
I never did like the idea of sitting on newspapers. I did it once, and all the headlines came off on my white pants. On the level! It actually happened. Nobody bought a paper that day. They just followed me around over town and read the news on the seat of my pants.
When the public doesn't want me any longer, I'll quit.
If any child of mine becomes an actor I will turn in my grave.
Clark Gable was the only real he-man I've ever known, of all the actors I've met.
They see me as an ordinary guy, like a construction worker or the guy who delivers your piano.
Single men never have any problems. I suppose that the public builds some kind of idea from what they've seen of me on the screen.
Method actors are like hams.
I don't want a lot of strangers looking down at my wrinkles and my big fat belly when I'm dead.
