Not famous. But years ago doing resident one week summer stock at Flat Rock, North Carolina, where each week the company did a new play, our delightful ingenue actress was doing Any Wednesday, Sunday in New York, Barefoot in the Park, and I forget what else all in the same season. She was struggling to find a totally different way to make all her roles different and doing a great job of it, meanwhile contending with those almost identical interior sets with lots of doors. Late in the season during final dress of one show she delivered her exit line and turned to go out through the kitchen. She turned upstage looking at all the closed doors. She started for one then paused. She started for another then paused. She turned full front and calmly asked, "Where the F__K is the kitchen this week"? It was kind of the essence of one week resident summer stock.
Didn't everyone have a girl from a rival high school fall into an orchestra pit because someone said Macbeth? I've heard that urban legend from probably 10 people, all over the country.
My favorite addendum to the Sondheim sex dungeon story is the one where he's having a dinner party and someone- usually Mary Rodgers- goes to the bathroom and discovers a boy tied up, so she returns to the party and tells Sondheim to go untie him.
Like a firework unexploded
Wanting life but never
knowing how
It has been said that Ethel Merman attended the opening night of Applause on Broadway. At the end of Lauren Bacall's first solo, several people heard Merman's trumpet of a voice say "Pick a note Betty."
If anyone ever tells you that you put too much Parmesan cheese on your pasta, stop talking to them. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life.
Goth, the variation I've heard (and always loved) is simpler: As Bacall's last note ends, Merman's unmistakeable voice is heard to exclaim "Jesus Christ . . . !"