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Zsa Zsa Gabor
Zsa Zsa Gabor

Zsa Zsa Gabor was a Hungarian-American actress and socialite known for her glamorous lifestyle, witty personality, and nine marriages. Born in Budapest in 1917, she began her career winning the Hungarian Beauty Queen title in 1936. She moved to the United States in 1941 and became a Hollywood star, appearing in films including "Lili" (1953). Known for her distinctive accent and flamboyant personality, she became an iconic figure in American popular culture. She hosted her own television talk show and launched fragrance and beauty product lines. Together with her sisters Magda and Eva, she was known as one of the famous Gabor sisters. She passed away in Los Angeles on December 18, 2016, at age 99. more

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“Robin: When you do marry, who will you marry? Maria: I have not quite decided yet, but I think I shall marry a boy I knew in London. Robin(yells): What? Marry some mincing nincompoop of a Londoner with silk stockings and a pomade in his hair and face like a Cheshire cheese? You dare do such a thing! You - Maria - if you marry a London man I'll wring his neck! (...) I'll not only wring his neck, I'll wring everybody's necks, and I'll go right away out of the valley, over the hills to the town where my father came from, and I won't ever come back here again. So there! (...) Maria: Why don't you want me to marry that London boy? Robin(shouting): Because you are going to marry me. Do you hear, Maria? You are going to marry me.”