My golf game is getting real good. Last week, I got through the windmill.
I tell ya when I fly, I don't get no respect. I took one of those cheap flights, no frills. I finished eatin' and had to do the dishes.
I'm at the age where I want two girls. In case I fall asleep they will have someone to talk to.
I was a poster child... for birth control!
I figured out I'm bisexual. I have sex twice a year.
When I was forty, I was getting divorced, living in a low-class, dirty hotel in New York. My mother was dying of cancer. I owed $20,000. That was about the lowest. I came back to show business, and I couldn't get a job. I was turned down by every small-time agent in New York.