Success to me is having ten honeydew melons and eating only the top half of each slice.

Streisand’s quip reframes “success” as a kind of luxurious selectivity: having such abundance that one can indulge only in the best part and discard the rest. The image of multiple honeydew melons and eating only the “top half” of each slice suggests both excess and fastidious taste—an appetite governed by preference rather than necessity. As a celebrity aphorism, it also gently satirizes conventional measures of achievement (money, awards, status) by translating them into a domestic, sensory metaphor. The humor lies in its specificity and mild absurdity, which underscores how subjective—and sometimes frivolous—definitions of success can be.