No... the blues are because you're getting fat or because it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

I try and keep an open mind to peoples paths. The only thing that annoys me is negative poopy people and they come from all kinds of places. But I rarely have to deal with negative reactions.

I do not accept drinks from disapproving gentlemen.

Years from now, years and years, one of those ships will bring me back, me and my nine Brazilian brats. Because yes, they must see this, these lights, the river -- I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.

I'm just crazy about Tiffany's!

If I could find a real life place to make me feel like Tiffany's, then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name.

You know those days when you get the mean reds?