When he did ultimately succumb to Myra Breckinridge’s abundant charms, Mike Sarne would end up making a celluloid disasterpiece that is to this day pilloried as one of the worst films ever made.

Well, Gentlefolk, I dare now wage a Crown, / You take me for the verieſt Romp in Town,— / But ere I part from ye, I'll let you ſee, / There's other Molly Buxomes beſides me; …

She was very ill last week but this week she’s worse.

Aw, Becky, don't pay no attention to THEM. Why, they don't hardly know NOTHIN'. They alluz make up things. I declare they do.