Queen has taken the all of our time for last four or five years, you know.
Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter.
Like many people in Britain, I have an affectionate respect for the Queen, and am surprised that I should be having such republican thoughts.
It's a sad thing to contemplate, but I'm the last surviving cast member of 'The African Queen.'
I love all things Queen - their songs are epic storytelling.
I quite love sequins; I think it's the drag queen in me.
Rose Sayer: Fancy me a heroine.
Queen of Hearts: Off with their heads.
I'm a Queens boy at the end of the day.
In a drama, you don't make a fool of yourself.
Comedy and drama are both challenging to me.
I love drama. I love to play an arc.
Drama seems to kind of surround me.
Honestly, I'm not a massive fan of courtroom dramas.
You cannot have the drama without comedy.
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