Dick Cavett’s 1972 Interview with Raquel Welch: The Secrets She Never Wanted You to Know

Raquel Welch is truly one of the most beautiful women to ever grace this planet. However, with all the attention on her looks and acting career, many people haven’t heard her speak from the heart.

That’s why, when I found her appearance on *The Dick Cavett Show*, I noticed something surprising…

First, let’s appreciate just how stunning and elegant Raquel Welch was in the early 1970s. She had no hair extensions, no Botox, and her natural hair color, without a tattoo in sight. She had a full figure, an intriguing personality, and a sharp mind. In my opinion, Welch is one of the most beautiful women to ever appear on screen.

### Underrated Genius

In a captivating 1972 interview on *The Dick Cavett Show*, Welch’s timeless beauty and elegance were clear. At about 32 years old, she radiated charm as she settled into the chair across from Dick Cavett.

The American television host, who ran *The Dick Cavett Show* from 1968 to 1988, was a skilled interviewer. He interviewed many famous film directors like Welles, Hitchcock, De Palma, and Scorsese, making each interview feel like a lesson in film.

Cavett had a talent for making his guests feel comfortable, drawing out engaging and thoughtful conversations. This interview showed Raquel in a way many had never seen — beyond her famous looks, revealing things I didn’t know about her.

### Broke Her Wrist

Welch’s appearance on *The Dick Cavett Show* was partly to promote her latest film, *Kansas City Bomber*.

In the movie, she played roller derby skater K.C. Carr — a woman trying to balance her desire for a happy personal life with her dreams of success.

The film featured many intense scenes from the matches, and according to Raquel, she performed most of her own stunts, which took a toll on her.

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Raquel explained that she had to learn how to skate from the ground up for the role. The professional skaters in the film used a track with banked turns at a 45-degree angle, which made it even more difficult.

One day while practicing, she broke her wrist, causing the production to delay filming for about eight weeks.

“I had a lot of aches and pains for a long time,” Welch admitted.

### Recognize the Dress?

Those with sharp eyes might remember Welch’s stunning blue dress from her interview with Cavett. It was the same iconic gown she wore to the Oscars just a few months earlier. Talk about a fashion statement!

Raquel was ahead of her time in recycling outfits, and her Oscars gown wasn’t the only piece she repurposed. The beautiful dress she wore to the premiere of *The Godfather* was also the same one she wore at Elizabeth Taylor’s 40th birthday celebration in Budapest back in 1972.

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Who knew Raquel was such a trendsetter long before it became a popular term?

By the way, did you know that Welch’s wardrobe for public events was very different from her personal style? People always expected her to maintain her glamorous image, and she did so perfectly. However, when she wasn’t on the red carpet, Welch preferred simple pantsuits and comfortable clothing.

### Humorous Anecdote

For decades, Welch has been known as a sex symbol, with a lot of focus on her beautiful body. Yet, few people have had the chance to hear her talk openly, especially on serious topics that show her depth beyond her famous image.

During her time on *The Dick Cavett Show*, the *One Million Years B.C.* star discussed the difference between her glamorous on-screen persona and her real-life experiences. The conversation included her public image and the expectations placed on her as a female actress in a male-dominated sport.

Raquel shared a funny story from her experience promoting *Kansas City Bomber*, recalling an interesting press conference with sports writers.

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“I had a really interesting press conference when I first came into town to promote the film with all the sports writers. They said, ‘You know, you’re a nice-sized lady and all that, but you’re not exactly what I expected.’ I replied, ‘I know I always seem to disappoint people if I walk in the door and the door hinges don’t splinter off, like I should come in with a machete or something.’”

Some people who saw her in person were surprised by her size—she is only 5 feet 5½ inches tall with a small-boned frame, elegantly complemented by broad shoulders and beautiful olive skin.

Dick Cavett then adds, “I know people walked in and looked at you, and their reaction was, ‘There’s an attractive woman.’ But many didn’t realize it was you, even though they had seen you on screen.”

### “Downright Intoxicating”

Many viewers who watched the interview later (available on YouTube) have commented on Raquel Welch’s lovely voice. It seems some have forgotten about it because of the strong focus on her stunning images and posters over the years.

One YouTube user commented, “She becomes even more attractive when she speaks, downright intoxicating!”

Another commenter added, “I love the way she speaks; there is something unique and also time-stamped about it.”

Another viewer noted, “Raquel was not only stunning to look at; she had a wonderful voice and a captivating way of speaking.”

This detail shows that Raquel’s appeal went beyond just her looks; her voice added a special charm that still resonates with audiences today.

She was very articulate and well-spoken!

### Why Was Raquel Welch So Down-to-Earth?

Raquel Welch, who got her first name from a grandmother in Bolivia and her last name from a teenage marriage, described herself as a product of middle-class America.

She never forgot her roots and always stayed connected to the part of society that wasn’t filled with the glitz and glamour of Hollywood.

“I’m practical, but I also have dreams of how things ideally should be,” she once said.

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In her private life, Welch was often seen in comfortable, loose-fitting sweaters and classic blue jeans, with just a touch of eye makeup. Even with her great fame, she had a sweetness and gentleness that made her feel easy to approach.

During her interview with Dick Cavett, Welch seemed very sweet, gentle, and down-to-earth.

### Suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease

Welch was truly one of the most beautiful women to ever appear on screen. Not even Kim Kardashian, with all her surgeries, could compare to her beauty.

Raquel was something special, and we should be thankful to have experienced her brilliance. Sadly, she passed away from cardiac arrest on February 15, 2023, at her home in Los Angeles, at the age of 82. At the time of her death, she was also battling Alzheimer’s disease.

Let’s remember this amazing woman through her wonderful interview with Dick Cavett — a moment when Raquel Welch was at the peak of her career. Share this story if you also admired Raquel Welch!

An Elderly Man with OCD Develops Feelings for a Waitress, Only to Be Publicly Humiliated by a Rival the Following Day

Jonathan arrived at the café, eager to impress the woman he loved. He had a new suit and had practiced hard. But things went wrong. Instead of Phoebe, he faced Mark, who publicly humiliated him, hinting at his long-time flaw. Jonathan’s nerves took over, leading to an embarrassing scene.

Jonathan Green, an elderly man, lived alone in a small, neat house on the city’s outskirts. His life was strictly regimented.

Every morning, he woke up precisely at 8:00 a.m., his alarm clock ringing loudly, piercing the quiet dawn. Jonathan would take a deep breath, and then immediately start his daily rituals.

First, he disinfected all surfaces, spraying and wiping until every inch sparkled. Next, he checked the locks and switches multiple times, his fingers trembling slightly as he flipped the light switches on and off, on and off.

The door locks were tested three times each, ensuring they were secure.

Jonathan’s days were like clockwork, each minute planned and each task completed in a specific order.

His routines were his comfort, a way to manage the anxiety that constantly buzzed at the edges of his mind.

He often quarreled with his neighbor Bob because of Bob’s cat, Mr. Whiskers, constantly roamed Jonathan’s garden, digging up his carefully planted flowers.

That bright morning, Jonathan was outside, meticulously tending to his garden, when he spotted Mr. Whiskers pawing at his tulips.

“Bob!” Jonathan called out, his voice tight with frustration. “Your cat is at it again!”

Bob, a quirky man with a wide grin and a perpetually messy appearance, popped his head over the fence.

“Ah, sorry, Jonathan! Mr. Whiskers is just a free spirit, you know? He means no harm.”

Jonathan grumbled, shaking his head. “Keep him out of my garden, Bob. I can’t have him ruining my flowers.”

Jonathan ate his lunch at a local café every day, occupying the same table by the window. The thought of someone else sitting there made his palms sweat.

Phoebe, the kind-hearted waitress at the café, knew about this peculiarity and always tried to reserve the table for Jonathan.

She was a bright spot in his otherwise anxious world, with her warm smile and gentle demeanor.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Green,” Phoebe greeted him as he walked in, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Your usual table is ready for you.”

At the sight of Phoebe, Jonathan got nervous, and his hands started to shake. He quickly sat down and began arranging the sugar packets on the table, lining them up in perfect rows to calm himself.

Phoebe watched him with a soft smile, understanding his need for order.

“Thank you, Phoebe,” Jonathan said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Phoebe nodded and placed his usual lunch in front of him: a plate of vegetables arranged by color, with the potatoes perfectly aligned.

She arranged the vegetables this way just for him, knowing it helped to calm his nerves.

As he ate, Jonathan couldn’t help but glance at Phoebe from time to time. She moved gracefully between the tables. Each time she looked his way and smiled, he felt a flutter of warmth in his chest, a feeling he couldn’t quite name.

Despite the rigid structure of his days, there was a small part of Jonathan that longed for something more, something beyond his routines.

And though he would never admit it, Phoebe’s smile was a tiny spark of light in his meticulously ordered world.

On one of his regular visits to the café, Jonathan brought a single daisy, its white petals slightly wilted but still charming. He hid it in his pocket throughout lunch, occasionally patting it to make sure it was still there.

As he finished his meal and carefully arranged his utensils, he discreetly left the crumpled flower on the table for Phoebe.

As Jonathan made his way to the exit, Phoebe hurried after him. “Mr. Green, wait up!” she called, her voice bright and cheerful.

Jonathan paused, his heart racing. “Yes, Phoebe?”

Phoebe caught up to him, holding the daisy gently. “This is lovely, thank you,” she said warmly.

“You know, the café owner is planning a musical evening soon. We’re looking for someone who can play the piano well. I remember you mentioning you used to play quite well. Would you consider performing?”

Jonathan felt his chest tighten. He looked at his watch, his fingers tapping nervously on its face.

“I… I need to be home. It’s almost time for my afternoon routine,” he stammered.

Phoebe’s smile softened. “I understand, Mr. Green. Just think about it, okay? It would be wonderful to have you play.”

Jonathan nodded quickly, eager to escape the unexpected conversation. “I’ll think about it,” he mumbled before hurrying out the door.

At home, Jonathan tried to follow his usual routine but found himself distracted by Phoebe’s words. Finally, he deviated from his schedule and sat down at the old upright piano in his living room.

His fingers trembled as they hovered over the keys. He began to play, but not all the notes came out right. His anxiety grew with each mistake.

Hearing the hesitant notes, Bob peeked through the window, his curiosity piqued. He knocked gently on the glass.

“Hey, Jonathan, need some help?” he called out.

Jonathan frowned but opened the window a crack. “I’m fine, Bob. Just… just trying something.”

Bob grinned, undeterred. “That’s awesome! Need an audience to practice on?”

Jonathan sighed. “It’s a foolish idea. I haven’t played in years.”

Bob stepped back and smiled. “Nonsense. Let’s work on it together. I can listen, and we can get you ready.”

Jonathan often struggled to play because of his obsessive thoughts, but Bob found a way to calm him.

He created little funny rhyming phrases.

“Tickle the ivories, just like pies,” and “Play the keys, no fleas, just ease.”

They first repeated them aloud, then to themselves. This helped Jonathan gather himself and play more steadily.

For the first time in a long while, Jonathan felt a flicker of happiness, a sense of accomplishment warming his heart. He smiled, thinking that perhaps this could be his moment to shine.

However, deep down, he couldn’t shake off the nagging worry that his joy might be premature.

The next day, Jonathan walked into the café with a slight spring in his step. However, instead of Phoebe, he saw Mark behind the counter.

Mark was a young waiter, known for his sharp tongue and competitive nature. He always seemed to be trying too hard to impress, especially when Phoebe was around.

Jonathan’s heart sank a little, but he approached Mark.

“Hello, Mark,” Jonathan said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Could you tell Phoebe that I agreed to perform at the musical evening?”

Mark raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Sure, I’ll let her know,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Good luck with that, old man.”

Ignoring the snide remark, Jonathan turned and left the café. He met up with Bob, who was waiting for him outside.

“How’d it go?” Bob asked, noticing Jonathan’s slightly flustered appearance.

“Phoebe wasn’t there, but I left the message with Mark,” Jonathan replied, trying to shake off the unease. “Let’s go get that suit.”

Bob nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely! Let’s get you looking sharp.”

They went to the local department store, where Bob helped Jonathan pick out a suit. Bob was like a whirlwind of energy, holding up jackets and ties, and offering opinions on colors and styles.

“Try this one,” Bob said, handing Jonathan a navy blue suit. “It’ll bring out your eyes.”

Jonathan hesitated but took the suit into the dressing room. When he emerged, he felt a bit self-conscious but also a little proud.

“Well, what do you think?” he asked, turning around slowly.

Bob gave a thumbs up. “You look fantastic! Phoebe will be impressed for sure.”

After purchasing the suit, Jonathan had one more request.

“Bob, can we stop by the jewelry shop? There’s something I need to get.”

Bob’s eyes widened in surprise but nodded. “Of course, let’s go.”

At the jewelry shop, Jonathan carefully examined the pieces on display. His hands were a bit shaky as he finally selected a delicate silver bracelet with a small charm.

“This one,” Jonathan said, his voice soft. “For a special woman.”

Bob smiled broadly. “That’s a beautiful choice, Jonathan. She’ll love it.”

Bob patted him on the back as they walked out of the shop.

“Everything’s going to be great, Jonathan,” Bob said confidently. “I’ll be there to support you at the performance. You’ve got this.”

Jonathan nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Thanks, Bob. I appreciate your help.”

As they headed home, Jonathan felt a flicker of hope. Yet, the biggest test for poor Jonathan was to come, and he had no inkling of what lay in wait.

On the day of the performance, Jonathan arrived at the café, feeling a bit nervous. As he entered, he looked around for Phoebe but saw Mark behind the counter instead.

“Good afternoon, Mark. Is Phoebe here?” Jonathan asked, his voice slightly trembling.

Mark smirked. “Oh, she’s in the back. Why do you need her?”

Jonathan took a deep breath.

“I’m here for the performance. I told you to let her know.”

Mark’s smirk widened. “Oh, right. I must have forgotten. Besides, we decided against live music tonight. It’s not really your scene, old man.”

Jonathan’s heart sank. Just then, Phoebe came out from the back and saw Jonathan. She greeted him with a warm smile.

“Mr. Green! What a pleasant surprise. I didn’t know you came tonight! You look sharp today,” she said, noticing his new suit.

“You didn’t respond to my message, but I went ahead and tuned the piano just in case.”

Jonathan managed a small smile, feeling a bit more at ease. “Thank you, Phoebe. I’m ready to play.”

Jonathan looked at Mark, who shrugged nonchalantly. Phoebe frowned but turned to Jonathan with a reassuring smile.

“It’s not a big deal. The piano is tuned, and you can play. Let me just inform the café owner.”

As Phoebe walked away, Mark seized the moment to mock Jonathan.

“Look at you with your useless rituals. Your obsessive thoughts have no place here. You’re just going to embarrass Phoebe and yourself.”

Jonathan’s hands began to shake uncontrollably. In his panic, he knocked over a stack of dishes on a nearby table. The crash echoed through the café, and juice spilled onto the patrons at the neighboring table.

Faces turned towards him, some with shock, others with annoyance.

Feeling utterly humiliated, Jonathan ran out of the café, his vision blurred with tears.

Bob was just entering the café, having arrived a bit late. As he stepped through the door, he and Jonathan collided, nearly knocking each other over.

“Whoa, Jonathan! What happened?” Bob asked, seeing the distress on Jonathan’s face.

Jonathan, struggling to catch his breath, tried to explain.

“Mark… he didn’t tell Phoebe. They weren’t expecting me to play, and he… he mocked me. I knocked everything over.”

“Jonathan, calm down,” Bob said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “Remember our rhymes from the rehearsals. Repeat them with me.”

Together, they closed their eyes and chanted the calming phrases:

“Tickle the ivories, just like pies,” and “Play the keys, no fleas, just ease.”

Gradually, Jonathan’s breathing steadied, and the panic ebbed away.

Despite the anger and confusion inside the café, he felt a new resolve forming within him.

Bob gave him an OK sign. “You’ve got this, Jonathan. Don’t let Mark or anyone else stop you.”

Jonathan, still murmuring the calming rhymes, walked back into the café, ignoring the stares and whispers.

He made his way to the piano, his focus entirely on the keys in front of him. The café owner moved to intervene, but Phoebe quickly stepped in.

“Please, let him play. I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens next,” she pleading the owner.

Summoning all his strength, Jonathan began to play. The first notes were shaky, but as he continued, his confidence grew.

The music flowed beautifully, filling the café with a serene melody. The chatter died down, and everyone listened, captivated by his performance.

As the last note faded, Jonathan faced the audience.

“I have OCD,” he began, his voice steady. “But today, I overcame my fears and my need for daily rituals to take a step forward. I want to thank Bob for helping me find a new way to calm myself, and I even thank Mark for the obstacles he put in my path because they made me stronger.”

He turned to the café owner and the patrons. “I apologize for the chaos earlier and promise to cover the costs.”

The café erupted in applause, and Jonathan felt a wave of relief wash over him. Mark slipped out quietly, his head down, while Jonathan approached Phoebe, who was beaming with pride.

He took out the small box and handed it to her.

“Phoebe, this is for you. And… would you go out with me on a real date?”

Phoebe’s eyes sparkled as she opened the box to reveal the bracelet.

“Yes, Jonathan. I’d love to.”

From a distance, Bob watched with a satisfied smile. Jonathan had not only faced his fears but had also found the courage to pursue his happiness.

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