If I Were The Last Person On

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.

We All Think We're Going To Get Out Of Debt.

It Might Be One Thing To Think About Putting On A Dress, But When You're Actually Putting On A Dress, It's A Weird Thing, Because You're Going, "huh. I'm Putting On A Dress. Do I Leave My Underwear On? Do I Get Some Other Underwear? Is There Something Special I Should Wear?" All That Dumb Stuff. I'd Never Had Any Interest In Putting On My Mom's Clothes, Except To Think, "well, They Are Nice Clothes..."

I'm Washing Lettuce. Soon, I'll Be On Fries. In A Few Years, I'll Make Assistant Manager, And That's When The Big Bucks Start Rolling In.

I Have Added A Lot. There's Some Vegas Stuff And Hotel Stuff And A Whole Chunk On Health.