oldhollywood: Lauren Bacall (1944, photo by Bert Six) The phone in the bedroom rang. I picked it up. It was Lauren Bacall. “I’ve been waiting for Tony for an hour,” Lauren said angrily. “Where the hell is he?” “Lauren,” I replied, “you’re complaining to me because my husband is late for a date with you?” “Well, dear,” she said, “If your husband doesn’t respect your marriage, why should I?” “You’re absolutely right, Lauren,” I said, “He’ll be there in a few minutes. Look for a man with a bandaged head.’” -Shelley Winters, in her autobiography The Middle of My Century. Meg WachterDecember 30, 2010Comment Facebook0 Twitter Tumblr 0 Likes