What a blonde girl, damn it, it's Marilyn

I remember when I got the role in the movie "Men Prefer Blondes," that Jane Russell, the brunette, received the starring role for 200 thousand dollars. As for me, the blonde, I only received five hundred dollars for each week of work, and I found this amount insignificant. Jane was wonderful in her dealings with me. The only thing that upset me was not being assigned a room on the set, which eventually — and sometimes I do such reprehensible behavior — led me to say: Listen, I am the blonde girl, and the movie's title is "Men Who Prefer Blondes." So one of them kindly reminded me that I am not a star. Then I lost my temper and shouted: Fine, I am not a star, and I don't know who I am, but I am the blonde girl... the blonde... despite your noses.