“We arrived exactly at the same moment. The top of his car was down, he was terribly sun-tanned and his hair was cut very short. I hadn’t seen him since Cleopatra. I was sitting in the back seat with my parents and he didn’t see us right away. He looked nervous, not happy, but so marvelous. His eyes were like bright blue bulbs, and he was looking around. And all of a sudden I got like first-night fear—I couldn’t get out of the car. I grabbed one arm of my father and one arm of my mother and I said, ‘Oh, doesn’t he look wonderful? Oh, I don’t know what to do, I’m scared.’ I didn’t know how to get out of the car. My mother put her arms around me, and said, ‘Have a lovely day, baby.’ My father put his arms around me and kissed me. By that time, he’d seen us and he walked up to the car and said hello kind of shyly. I said hello, and began to stammer. My father gave me a shove, and I got out and we shook hands. Finally, Richard gave me a peck on the cheek. We stood there looking at each other. I had just washed my hair and I had on a brand-new dress. He’d just washed his hair and it was all shiny. And we said at the same moment, ‘Well you look marvelous.’ And everything we said for about an hour, was you know, at the same moment and the same words. Then there’d be these awful silences when we couldn’t say anything. It was like my first date when I was sixteen, and it was as though he’d never seen a girl before. At last we began to relax and we had lunch at a place overlooking the lake. Then he drove me home. We didn’t even kiss.” — Elizabeth (from the book "Furious Love".) Photos taken on the set of "Cleopatra" in Rome, 1962.