I had them take out all the calories for you.

“You're breaking up with me because I'm too blonde?”

“Welcome to Hollywood! What's your dream?”

When I was a little girl, my mama used to lock me in the attic when I was bad, which was pretty often. And I would I would pretend I was a princess, trapped in a tower by a wicked queen. And then suddenly this knight, on a white horse with these colors flying, would come charging up and draw his sword. And I would wave. And he would climb up the tower and rescue me. But never in all the time that I had this dream did the knight say to me, “Come on, baby, I'll put you up in a great condo.”