I've dated men my age, younger than me and older. The only difference is the young ones are quicker at taking out the garbage.

I spent every day just praying that I didn't look like a big dork on camera.

[Wearing padding to make my breasts look larger for a movie] was great, but it also made me think, you know, a lot of women who go out and get implants, what's so insecure about them that they would rather have someone look there than in their eyes?

That's what the holidays are for - for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn't that the Irish way?

I love receiving fan mail.

You know, the bigger you get and the more success you have, the more people you can fill your house with to tell you how great you are. You can do that.

But I know somebody who has a bedside urinal. How do I compete with that?