I'd Stand In Line For Confession With

I've Always Had Bronchitis. I've Been Administered The Sacrament Of Death Three Times For It

I'd Never Been In Play Long Enough For The Flowers To Die In The Dressing Room

Everything Edible Is Fried In Texas! Or It Is Buried In The Ground To Cook Before It Is Eaten. ... Texas Food Should Be Forbidden! 'the Steaks At Night Are Big And Bright, Deep In The Heart Of Texas!' And They Are Always Afloat In Grease. Next Morning You Are Served A Smaller Steak, Which Serves As A Platform For Two Fried Eggs ... All Of This Afloat In The Same Grease! 'chicken, You Say? You Bet! Comin' Up!' Same Grease! They Are Right. Comin' Up! For Hours Afterwards. I Couldn't Believe The Crust Of An Apple Pie! Same Grease!

While I Am Rehearsing A Play, I Try To Read Nothing That Might Distract My Concentration From The Work In Progress.

I Find It Next To Impossible To Remain Politely Silent When People Prate To Me About The Glory Of Being Given Another Chance To Live Happily Ever After!