The other day a woman came up to me and said, Didn't I see you on television? I said, I don't know. You can't see out the other way.

My parents had very strict rules for me. Rules like, I couldn't be home until a certain hour.

I've always kind of pushed the envelope in terms of trying to get away with things no one else was going near. I always thought of myself like a mouse trying to get cheese that no one else could get without getting their tail snipped off.

I was walking down fifth avenue today and I found a wallet, and I was gonna keep it, rather than return it, but I thought: well, if I lost a hundred and fifty dollars, how would I feel? And I realized I would want to be taught a lesson.

I once heard two ladies going on and on about the pains of childbirth and how men don't seem to know what real pain is. I asked if either of them ever got themselves caught in a zipper.

Not everybody hates me. Only the people who've met me.

People come up to me... concerned... that I'll reproduce.