In a tuxedo, I'm a star. In regular clothes, I'm a nobody.
I don't have a tuxedo that fits anymore because my chest and my biceps are too big.
Did you ever get the feeling that the world was a tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?
Maybe they invited me because they know I have a tuxedo
You put a tuxedo on me, it's like putting a saddle on a hog.
In the modern world there's no such thing as formality. A dinner jacket used to mean a tuxedo, you know?
You say I sucked at the Oscars. I was a genius at the Oscars. That was experimental tuxedo sleep art.
Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.
We are combining elements like tuxedos and workwear, for contrast; some looks also are based on 30s-era inspirations.
Once, as an experiment, I travelled around the world with a single suit. Before I left, I went to a tailor in Savile Row and asked him to make me a suit that I could wear in any climate and which I could use as a tuxedo, a dinner jacket, a lounge suit and a blazer.
I'm quite a tuxedo junkie, I collect them all year round.
Tommy Dorsey would walk up to you if you had a tuxedo on and make sure you didn't have on white socks.
I live in Tuxedo Park, N.Y. and spend time in the West Village, where my wife Elizabeth Cotnoir, a writer-producer and documentary filmmaker, has an office.
I think the first time I ever wore a tuxedo was when I played at the Talk Of The Town in 1967, because it was a nightclub and that was the thing to do.
I'm a sucker for a free tuxedo.
