I figure if I keep my health, I have no intention of retiring. I love to work. I want to be like Bob Hope.

I've been to those places where it's 'poor, pitiful me.'

I really learned to sing in church, I think, really with emotion.

Mine is a jealous heart, imagines things that never are.

I hope you're never happy with anybody but me, and every face you look into, I hope you're haunted by me. Yes, I'm possessive and jealous, at least I speak honestly.

Thanks to Botox and fillers, as well as the work that I've already had, my face pretty much maintains itself.

People get a kick out of my stupidity.