Come on, planning a wedding, let's be honest, it's not fun. It's not fun being in a wedding.

What's the most humiliating thing? When you take someone to dinner or you cook somebody dinner and they get food poisoning. I mean, how bad do you feel?

You think your friends have good taste in fashion, until they ask you to wear an ugly bridesmaid dress!

I grew up fascinated with comedy and with people who could capture someone's attention.

Now, I love playing moms who can't hide their paranoia.

Weddings are really good for making you feel terrible about yourself if you're not where you want to be in life.

We must forget the past because in Jesus Christ, all things have become new

Honesty: what a refreshing slap in the face it is.

Sometimes or most of the time, we need to remind ourselves that we're not a KID anymore.

[The public has] the habit now of invalidating opinions emanating from me by reference to my age and infirmities.

My mother married my father in 1956. She was twenty-eight, and he was thirty-one. She loved him with a fierce steadiness borne of loyalty, determination, and an unyielding dignity.

There's no second chance on stage, and I was trained to make the most of my first chance.

We learned to build our emotional muscles, helping us make it through major market falls and grind through the trying times without losing our equilibrium.

If I was being paid thirty-thousand dollars a year, the very least I could do was hit .400.

Someone out there was about to find that their worst nightmare was a maddened Librarian. With a badge.

And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.