You can touch up and they don't feel like they have a ton of gunk on their hair.
Waitressing - by far the worst job ever created.
If I moved, he moved. If I stopped, he stopped. It was a duel.
I was screaming constantly, on the set, in my room... everywhere.
You want a lesson I'll give you a lesson. How about a geography lesson My father's from Puerto Rico. My mother's from El Salvador. And neither one of those is Mexico.
I saw this girl in a magazine the other day and thought she looked familiar then I realized she was one of those porno women.
One night I was in bed-and remember that I'm on the second floor of a hotel-when I spotted this crab coming toward me across the floor, watching me with his beady little crab eyes. I think he wanted to get in bed with me.
One night this guy actually said to me, Your legs must be tired, because you've been running through my mind all night. It was so silly I didn't even get it. With lines like that, you might as well just stay at home.
Well, I'm Italian, but my family isn't stereotypical. I mean, I only have one sister and we don't yell or throw pasta at each other. My mother doesn't even have a secret spaghetti-sauce recipe.
The Master of Disguise
big, deep, meaningful, it's-so-over maybe.
Give me civilization. I don't want to be pampered.