I Don't Know What It's Going To

What Daughter Thinks Of Her Parents In Flagrante Delicto? Yet, My Mother, Even After Years With Him, Dropped Hints Such As, 'you Know, Your Father Enjoys His Matinees.' I Never Even Saw Them Go To The Movies Together. What Could She Mean? All Those Afternoons, I Thought She Was Upstairs Listening To La Traviata, And Those High Notes Apparently Were Not Coming From The Radio.

I Keep My Stand-up Comedy Notes In A Pile On My Desk. I Don't Organize My Act. I Keep Myself In A State Of Confusion. It Stresses Me Out, But I Prefer Creative Chaos.

I Don't Get Jealous Of People. Jealousy Is Such A Waste Of Time Because You're Jealous Of Them, And They Go About Their Lives And Have A Wonderful Time, So What's The Point?

I Don't Know What It's Going To Take For People To Really Wake Up And Understand That They [the Bush Administration] Are Liars And They Are Murderers.

I Think Looks Do Matter On Television.