Polish-born Samuel Goldwyn (1882–1974), originally Samuel Goldfisch, was founder of one of the constituents of what became Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, and a solo producer of about seventy films over thirty-five years, including Wuthering Heights (1938), The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (1946), and Guys and Dolls (1955). Yet perhaps his most enduring legacy is a string of malapropisms that may or may not be apocryphal.
Include me out.
I can tell you in two words: Im Possible.
A verbal agreement isn’t worth the paper it’s written on.
I never put on a pair of shoes until I’ve worn them at least five years.
A man who goes to a psychiatrist should have his head examined.
They’re always biting the hand that lays the golden egg.
I don’t think anybody should write his autobiography until after he’s dead.
She’s colossal in a small way.
Our comedies are not to be laughed at.
The trouble with this business is the dearth of bad pictures.
I read part of it all the way through.
This atom bomb is dynamite.
Every Tom, Dick, and Harry is named Sam.