Quotes About Beverly Hills

In Beverly Hills, it's very spoiled in terms of the quality of life. I think the climate and the space and the quality of life in Beverly Hills is exceptional.

I think there's always interest in how the other half live - I see myself as a down-to-earth Essex mum who just happens to be living this very glamorous life in Beverly Hills.

It dates back to my dad and my uncles. They all got permits to go to Beverly Hills High School back in the '70s and early '80s. After they finished college, they came back and became football coaches there. So I was there with a permit.

I started noticing how stained the pavements are in London. The pavements in Beverly Hills aren't used; in London, they're used for everything. It doesn't matter how much they're cleaned, they still reflect light.

This stammer got me a home in Beverly Hills, and I'm not about to screw with it now.

Don't forget Mother's Day. Or as they call it in Beverly Hills, Dad's third wife Day.

You do see some outrageous things and people in Beverly Hills. I'm not always quite sure what to make of it.

It would be pretty funny to see a Beverly Hills white girl with mad rap skills.

One of the reasons the whole Hollywood way of making films wouldn't work for me is because the way I operate would be anathema to anyone who wants to hold a job down in Beverly Hills.

Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive. When I ride through Beverly Hills in the early morning, and all the sprinklers have turned off, the scents that wash over me are just heavenly. Being House is like flying, too. You're free of the gravity of what people think.

Maria would say that they were not her friends, but Maria has never understood friendship, conversation, the normal amenities of social exchange. Maria has difficulty talking to people with whom she is not sleeping. I go to the Wilshire or the Beverly Hills, I say. I read the trades, I like to be alone at breakfast. In fact he doesn't always get breakfast out, Maria says, very low, to no one in particular. In fact the last time he got breakfast out was on April 17.

Don't forget Mother's Day. Or as they call it in Beverly Hills, Dad's Third Wife Day.

A man is hit by a car while crossing a Beverly Hills street. A woman rushes to him and cradles his head in her lap, asking, Are you comfortable? The man answers, I make a nice living.