One night Vivien attended an academic dinner wearing her Legion of Honour and became bored because nobody spoke English. Presently she gathered the members of the company to sit near her. After interminable speeches in Yugoslav, Vivien rose with an angelic smile and, in the knowledge and hope that they did not understand, recited her speech in a lyrical voice. However, far from delivering the polite reply they were expecting, out came a string of four letter words to the effect that she was having the most boring evening of her life, all said with a smile and greeted by cries of ‘Ya, Ya’.
— Vivien Leigh: A Biography by Hugo Vickers