The ideal beauty is a fugitive which is never found.

In this line, Rivers treats “ideal beauty” as an ever-receding target—something pursued, advertised, and promised, yet structurally unattainable. Calling it a “fugitive” suggests both motion and evasion: the ideal is always on the run, and the seeker is always a step behind. The remark fits Rivers’s broader comedic critique of beauty culture, consumerism, and the anxieties they generate, implying that the chase itself can become a trap. The significance lies in its blunt demystification of “perfection”: if the ideal cannot be found, then measuring oneself against it guarantees dissatisfaction, and the more humane alternative is to reject the premise of an absolute standard.