On making advances toward his estranged daughter, Tatum, after funeral of longtime love, Farrah Fawcett:
"I had just put the casket in the hearse and was watching it drive away when a beautiful blond woman comes up and embraces me. I said to her, 'You have a drink on you? You have a car?' She said, 'Daddy, it's me — Tatum! I was just trying to be funny with a strange Swedish woman, and it's my daughter. It's so sick."
"That's our relationship in a nutshell . . . You make of it what you will. It had been a few years since we'd seen each othe. And he was always a ladies' man, a bon vivant.
If he's sorry he had children:
"A couple of them I would take back. I don't think I was supposed to be a father. Just look around at my work — they're either in jail or they should be. I'm not in touch with them now. And I've never been happier."
"She wrote a book — bitch! How dare she throw our laundry in the street for money!"
Is that anything like "throwing your laundry in the street" for Vanity Fair?!
On son, Griffin:
"I hate him!"
My father is a "narcissistic psychopath" who tried to make money off Farrah's death. "All those crocodile tears! I consider him a vulture presiding over a carcass. My dad's only goal was to make sure he would be in the will. It was so disgustingly transparent as soon as he found out she was terminal . . . Ryan thought he was going to get everything."
"I wish I could do it over with [her]. I would have been much kinder, more understanding, more mature. I'd lose some of the savagery."