Hollywood brides keep the bouquets and throw away the grooms. — Groucho Marx
Hollywood brides keep the bouquets and throw away the grooms. — Groucho Marx
Hollywood brides keep the bouquets and throw away the grooms. — Groucho Marx
Hollywood brides keep the bouquets and throw away the grooms. — Groucho Marx
Hollywood brides keep the bouquets and throw away the grooms. — Groucho Marx
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Hollywood brides keep the bouquets and throw away the grooms.

— Groucho Marx
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