Crying is really bad for your vocal cords.
Sometimes good people do bad things.
'Breaking Bad' has definitely opened many, many doors for me.
Pride, cowardice, and miserliness are bad for me but good for women
I just know I'm going to be an actress. I want it so bad.
Yes, I always played the bad woman. I actually did.
Corpses sour you. They are bad for objectivity.
Sometimes a girl's gotta be bad to be good. Murder in the Dog Park
Bad eyesight is a very good thing when in love
I'm very obsessed with 'The Real Housewives' franchise. It's a bad obsession.
I don't spend sleepless nights over getting very bad reviews.
My parents are supportive of anything I want to do, as long as it's not bad.
It can't be bad having a mother who is fulfilled by her work.
I am in an industry that makes women feel bad about themselves, absolutely.
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