To be honest, and I may regret saying this, the idea of playing the same character for a very long time is very daunting to me.

Do your best with what you have where you are.

I'm a really good dinner party guest. I am always so appreciative, impressed that anyone has even managed to turn on the oven and cook for me.

I always played the ugly sister instead of Cinderella or the Wicked Witch. But those are the parts I love, and actually, to be a character actress, you have more longevity, hopefully.

I tend to eat geographically. When I'm in L.A., I like to eat L.A. food.

I always find it funny when I watch actors talking about, "I chose to do this part." A lot of times it's you're lucky to get the job. We're like, "Thank you so much."

My mother loved Gene Wilder when I was growing up, so I used to watch all his movies with her. I just adore him.

The actors I admire, like Ben Kingsley or Daniel Day-Lewis, they totally reinvent themselves in every part. I hope I get a chance to do that.

When I was 11, I had an Ugly Sister birthday party. All my idea. Most girls want to be a fairy or a princess, but there I am with beauty spots and fur and fluorescent pink kiss-curls.

I always find it funny when I watch actors talking about, 'I chose to do this part.' A lot of times it's 'you're lucky to get the job.' We're like, 'Thank you so much.'

To shine always love always.

You can never be fit enough for this game.

The most beautiful curve on a woman’s body is her smile.

I'm gonna love you like I've never been broken I'm gonna say it like it's never been spoken

We didn't come all the way up here to compromise for no more than we’d gotten here. We didn't come all this way for no two seats, 'cause all of us is tired.

Gladys.. work has kept you fit And Bill.. you never moan Well life's not for carrying cases With a butler of your own

I actually studied cooking and, like, was thinking about becoming a chef.

The truth is, when girls are mean to you or make fun of you, it's because there's something wrong with them.

The wild Bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering.

My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.