I was waiting for Alan Alda and James Garner to come up as they've both been married over 50 years.
Julie Andrews and Blake Edwards have the best how-we-met story ever.
Back in the sixties Blake Edwards was at a dinner party and the conversation turned to how Julie Andrews was just everywhere at that time, that she kept getting all the best roles. He said, "I know how she keeps getting the jobs she does. It's because she has lilac leaves for pubic hair."
I heard him tell this story on TV many years ago as I was watching with my then roommate, and we turned to each other, made disgusted faces, and my roommate said, "That's not funny," and I agreed, saying, "It's just pointless crudity."
But what was really funny was what Julie Andrews did in response when it got back to her that he had said this. She sent Blake Edwards a lilac bush. He called her and asked her if he could take her out to dinner.
As an ex of mine commented when I told him this story, as a gentlemen Blake Edwards could have done no less. I agree — she had made his lame joke funny.
It's true — there are lots of normal, long-lasting Hollywood marriages, but you never hear anything about them. And usually it's because it involves an actor married to a non-actor. Matt Damon has said that Al Pacino told him, "Never marry an actress," and acting on that advice he married a (very attractive!) civilian. This meant far less publicity and public gossip about the marriage, and there's only one spouse with a crazy, flying-all-over-the-world-constantly and 12-to-14-hour-days-on-set schedule, which makes it much, much easier to have a decent home life.
Yeah, I was surprised Dolly Parton wasn't on that list. Her husband, who has no financial need to work whatsoever, owns a construction company in Nashville I think. There was some quote recently about him and how he'd never actually seen her in concert(?!).
My favorite couple is Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward (both actors, thankyewverymuch). They fell in love while shooting "The Long Hot Summer" in my hometown of Clinton, LA. While they were rehearsing the church fair scene (my dad's an extra in it), my grandmother took a candid photo of them holding hands behind the church. Paul told her that if it came out nice, would she please send them a copy. Sadly, she never did, but I'm always combing through my grandmother's photos, looking for that particular shot. Hopefully, I can find it and get it to Mrs. Joanne before she leaves us as well.