I go out to the kitchen to feed the dog, but that's about as much cooking as I do.

Oh, I don't need sleep. I just went to my hotel room and had a cold hot dog and a vodka on the rocks.

It's been phenomenal, but everybody keeps congratulating me on my resurgence and my big comeback. I haven't been away, guys. I've been working steadily for the last 63 years.

Vodka is kind of a hobby.

Sex is pretty funny, let's face it. And the more seriously we take ourselves, the funnier sex gets, I think.

I'm blessed with good health for which I'm deeply grateful, so for that reason, I feel so good. Everybody else is far more excited about the 90 than I am.

Why retire from something if you're loving it so much and enjoying it so much, and you're blessed with another group of people to work with like the gang on 'Hot in Cleveland?' Why would I think of retiring? What would I do with myself?