I never lost hope, |
I said undocumented. ... I reject the use of 'illegal' in this country. |
I suppose poets have written sonnets for a thousand years about being in love. A lot of people say, 'I love my husband, I love my wife,' but I believe they really mean they're in love with their husband or wife, which is quite different from loving your dog. I loved her, I thought she was charming. I respected her intellect She could get a rock to follow her down the road. She was captivating. But there was a terrifying side to her that you would never want to rouse. Hopefully, it could be dampened and eased as she had a better life for the first time in her life. |
I think we actually went out to see Rosie. I think Bonny even took some pictures and we said we were settling in. |
I understand, and there's also an 'or else' in it. But I don't want to get to that just yet, ... I just want you to know where I'm coming from. I got the picture of where you're coming from. |
I want him admonished, |
I wanted to convince him (the security) problem was real. And these were the probable reasons. |
I was just telling them everything I could. |
I was on the set when I was five years old with Spencer Tracy. A lot of what I learned growing up in terms of artistry is very clean, very tidy, very organized. |
I was very pleased and very lucky that the system worked, ... I had lost faith in that. |
I'd like to give my best performance. I'd like to leave a legacy for Rosie about who I am. I'm not ready for a dog and fishing pole yet. I'd like to go to bed each night desperate to wake up each morning and create some magic. |
I'd like to say that I said that because it sounds lovely. But I have no recollection that I said that. |
I'm a human being, I'm not a machine. I'm 72. I'm dyslexic. |
I'm going to get a job, I'm broke. Right now I couldn't buy spats for a hummingbird. |
I'm going to go out and do a little cowboyin'. You know what that is? Cowboying is getting in a motor home or a van or something like that and you just let the air blow in your hair and you wind up in some little bar in Arizona someplace…. You shoot one-handed nine-ball with some 90-year-old Portuguese woman who beats the hell out of you, and the next day you wind up in a park someplace playing chess with somebody, and you go see a high school play where they're doing 'West Side Story.' |