Mom thinks I live in this dream world where everybody's Ivana Trump.
God didn't bless me with success so I could eat caviar every day.
Our culture is in moral chaos. On TV we celebrate freaks instead of honest, decent people.
The payoffs in showbiz seemed as random as a slot machine.
[On Regis Philbin:] He's like everybody's kid brother with his hand in the cookie jar and his foot in his mouth. You love him, but you can't take him anywhere.
I change my hairstyle every day for the show, I'm fastidious and vain about my nails and teeth and grooming and makeup, but a perfect body, forget it. Dust to dust, wuggies to wuggies.