I'm A 7 O'clock Act. My People

Your Agent Or Manager Tells You. They Go, "you're Out. They're Gonna Get A New Guy." But Then I Didn't Feel Bad. I Didn't Take It Personally. Not That I'm Competitive At All. But You Have Pride In That, You Know? You Want Your Ratings To Be Good. But Now That I'm 62, I Don't Really Care About The Ratings. I Don't Care About The Reviews. I Care About The Work, And I Care About The People That I'm Working With, And I Try To Make The Experience For Them And Myself As Good As It Can Be.

I'm Still Working! I Think Of All The Other Comics That Didn't Get The Light Shined On Them, Just Because It's Just How Fame Works, And It's Unfortunate. But There Are So Many Great Comics Out There Who Are Still Working, And I Still See Them.

Weight Is A Glanduar Thing, As Well As An Emotional Thing.

My First Words Were 'seconds, Please.' Most Kids In Kindergarten Napped On A Little Rug. I Had A Braided 9 X 12.

I Live In California, The Worst Place In The World For Fat People. There Are Three Of Us. They Have Us On Eight-hour Shifts, So It Works Out.