The fact that I still want the best for the world is kind of amazing. People slandered me for years and years and years. I would say to them, "Thanks for having a closed mind".

With fame, all of a sudden you're seeing yourself through the eyes of a world of men, and that's . . . Look, it's very weird to have part and parcel of a job to feel like you're a lure for men to come into the theater. Some people do have a very innate sexuality to them. I may or may not have it, but it makes people see you in a certain light that has nothing to do with me.

I like people who are fit. I figure if I work out, you can at least return the favor. Would I go out with a meathead? No.

I came out of the womb waving red lipstick.

I'm a pussycat unless you do something to one of my friends. Then I'll think of unique ways to get back at you. I'm more creative than your average bear.

The fear is that talking back, that engaging at all, is to open the door for god-knows-what.

I literally feel pity for a lot of the stupid idiots that I have to deal with.