One evening Bing invited me to join him on the set [of High Time], observing enigmatically that I might find it colorful. I arrived in blue jeans, only to discover that the cast was in evening gowns and tuxedos. Feeling embarrassed amid all the elegance, I was stumbling about the elaborately-decorated stage looking for an exit, when I chanced upon the moon of my delight, supposedly involved in a fraternity initiation stunt. While I watched he finished shooting, took his place in a camp chair, crossed his legs, and lit his pipe.
A familiar scene, nicht wahr? Nein, meine Herren, for the legs were clad in gorgeous nylons, the derrière in the canvas seat was wearing a hoop skirt, the torso was half covered with an off-the-shoulder, full-busted bodice, and the blue eyes peered forth from under absurd false eyelashes and a long, blond wig. From time to time America’s sweetheart absently waved the pipe smoke away with a perfectly darling fan.
- My Life with Bing by Kathryn Crosby
“He took me out to dinner once and I got up nerve enough to tell him about how I felt at one movie when he didn’t get the girl. I was so in sympathy with him that when he sang this song ‘Down by the River’ I cried and cried. So he pretended that we were sort of sightseeing in San Francisco and we went around to different little bistros until finally he found a pianist who knew the song and Bing sang it especially for me.”
Peggy Lee on her evening with Bing Crosby
"I appeared on an overseas broadcast with Bob Hope and Bing Crosby, and shook as much as on the first day of shooting my first film. There was a large audience, and I remember Bing standing next to me with his arm lightly around my waist, knowing my nerves and letting me know he was there helping - and Bob Hope doing handstands in front of us."
"Bing was mad for her, absolutely mad for her… He really wanted to marry her." - Lizanne Kelly
Bing Crosby, Dorothy Lamour, and Bob Hope for Road to Zanzibar (1941)
When our Hatfield-McCoy routine became a byword with the public, we did nothing to derail it. We developed and expanded it and pitched in merrily to think of insults to hurl at each other. when we’re doing a radio show, Hope shows up at the studio with libelous comments about me pencilled on his script. He writes more during rehearsal. I do the same. We may even think up a few verbal barbs after the show goes on the air.
Hope’s very nimble at this sort of thing and I can only remember sticking him once, but I’m proud of that once, for I had him really blubbering. He had made some disparaging remark about my figure, and I said, “I just got a load of your rear when you walked away from the microphone, and you looked like a sack of cats going to the river.” He went dead for almost a minute. He thought up a rebuttal later, but in our league, if you don’t come up with a reply right away, it’s three strikes and sit down.
— Call Me Lucky by Bing Crosby