What are people going to do? Fire me? I've been fired before. Not book me? I've been out of work before. I don't care.

I don't think I'm good in bed. My husband never said anything, but after we made love he'd take a piece of chalk and outline my body.

Two is company; three is fifty bucks.

Why should I cook for my husband? So he can tell a hooker I make a delicious cake?

I was absorbing a sorry truth of show business - rejection is the norm and acceptance the oddity. I was learning to cut the tops off my highs and stay with the lows where the rejections and letdowns would be shallow.

You don’t marry for love. What does love got to do with marriage? I spit on love and marriage. You marry for money.

I have no sex appeal. If my husband didn't toss and turn, we'd never have had any kids.