London Is My Home... I Know What's

I Would Never Know How To Sell Myself As A Sex Symbol. That's Not How I'm Programmed.

You Have A Handkerchief, Put It In Your Pocket.

Look, How Many Stories Have I Broken? Hundreds. How Many Have Proved To Be Untrue? There Isn't One.

I Need Someone To Give Me A Part Where I Play The Piano So I Can Learn It. I Would Love That.

There Are Always Seasons To A Career And Perhaps Always The Grass Is Often Greener, You're Often Looking At Other People's Careers Going, "damn, They Get All The Good Roles. Why Didn't I Read That? Why Didn't They Ask Me To Do That?"