Oliver Reed with his wife Kate Byrne in 1968
|Born||Robert Oliver Reed
13 February 1938
|Died||2 May 1999
|Cause of death||Heart attack|
|Spouse(s)||Kate Byrne (1959â€“1969)
Josephine Burge (1985â€“1999; his death)
At the New York Athletic Club they serve amazing food. People go there, get healthy, and then eat themselves to death – which is, I suppose, the right way to do it.
I'm not a villain, I've never hurt anyone. I'm just a tawdry character who explodes now and again.
I also use women as a sex object; maybe I'm kinky. However, I like to talk to them as well.
I'm only drinking white wine because I'm on a diet and I don't eat.
I have two ambitions in life: one is to drink every pub dry, the other is to sleep with every woman on earth.
I have made many serious statements – I just can't remember any of them. I guess they mustn't have been very important.
You get so weak from eating pears that you fall down, and then they come and take you away on a stretcher.
I wouldn't like to see a chick of mine taking her clothes off and kissing a fellow on screen. And my girls must get very hurt when they see me doing it.
Even though people say Richard Harris and I have been having a great feud, it's not true.
I might get drunk one day and fall in love or fall over a hooker outside, and I would have consummated a relationship that I couldn't necessarily believe in.
Then you get into it, especially if you start talking about football, fighting and Muhammad Ali. Then the ladies get very bored and start delivering ultimatums.
When I come home and I'm tired from filming all day, I expect her to be there and make sure everything is cool for me. You know, like drawing my bath and helping me into bed.
Raquel Welch is someone I can also live without. We've got some love scenes together and I am dreading them!
But the trouble is that when you drink it, you invariably meet other people drinking it.