I didn't know what Guess jeans were. I just shopped at Wal-Mart and Kmart and stuff like that.

I want to be the new Marilyn Monroe and find my own Clark Gable.

I can't eat more than six hundred dollars worth of food.

I did Playboy. There was an ad in the paper for playmates. Playboy called me and flew me to Los Angeles, and I was on the March cover of 1992.

I don't have a boyfriend right now. I'm looking for anyone with a job that I don't have to support.

Men don't even ask me out. I can't remember the last time I was asked out on a date, and I'm talking years here. I spend my life more and more alone.

I've been craving peanut butter-and-mayonnaise fried cheese sandwiches.