Sandy: Boy, You Must Really Think I'm

Sandy: Boy, You Must Really Think I'm Stupid Or Something. Jeff: Ahh, No One Would Call You Stupid, To Your Face.

I've Always Had This American-pie Face That Would Get Work In Commercials... I'd Say Things Like, 'hi, Marge, How's Your Laundry?' And 'hi, I'm A Real Nice Georgia Peach.' Sometimes This Work Is One Step Above Being A Cocktail Waitress.

I'm Wondering If They Haven't Reported All The People With Ms, Because If All Of The Cases Were Reported, The Government Would Have To Step In And Give More Financial Aid To Us.

I Remember When We Did Our First Read-through, Sonny [bono] Looks At The Script And He Goes, "okay, I'll See You Guys Later. Chai-ay-oh!" And I Said, "it's Ciao! Aren't You Italian? C-i-a-o Doesn't Spell 'chai-ay-oh.'" Sonny's Dead, So He Won't Be Embarrassed If I Tell That Story.

My Doctor Said, For Want Of A Better Word, Now That We've Got Medicines Out Here That Can Help, Let's Put You On One Of Them And Say We're Treating Ms.