When things are meant to come together, they come together.

I'm a salty, greasy girl. I give every french fry a fair chance. Could you just lay some lard in my belly?

I mean, I can get things done if I need to, but I can really be completely irresponsible and procrastinate until the very, very, very bitter end. In fact, sometimes I work better under pressure.

Personally, I don't like watching violence. I'd much rather see more skin.

Don't you know that when you sleep with someone, your body makes a promise whether you do or not.

I was like, "Excuse me, guys. My ass is going to be facing this way. Do you mind maybe just standing over there during this take because something is going to happen."

There's a little part of you at all times that hopes to be somewhat objectified, and I think it's healthy.