I'm Washing Lettuce. Soon, I'll Be 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.

I Have A Very Warm Spot In My Heart For Vegas.

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 Was With A Famous Comedian When A Young Fan Walked Up And Asked For An Autograph. The Comedian Blew Him Off. I'll Never Forget The Look On The Young Boy's Face. He Was Devastated.

At Thanksgiving, My Mom Always Makes Too Much Food, Especially One Item, Like 700 Or 800 Pounds Of Sweet Potatoes. She's Got To Push It During The Meal. "did You Get Some Sweet Potatoes? There's Sweet Potatoes. They're Hot. There's More In The Oven, Some More In The Garage. The Rest Are At The Johnson's."