My mom helped me get started when I was younger. I started with singing. An agent saw me singing on stage at the Palm Springs Festival, and recommended I get into acting, so I was like, 'Oh, okay.' I just started from there, singing and acting.
Any part I do is a marriage of the words - what the playwright or producer or show runner's vision is - to how I would play it. It took me a while to get rid of 'Oh, they want it this way, so I'm going to do it how they want it.'
Juror #5: Boy oh boy, it's really hot, huh? Pardon me, but don't you ever sweat? Juror #4: No, I don't.
Jim: Oh, great. Valium. Not only will we be able to go to sleep, if we get attacked in the middle of the night, we won't even care.
Carolyn Burnham: Oh, I see. You think you're the only one who's sexually frustrated here? Lester Burnham: I'm not? Well, then, come on, baby, I'm ready!
Valerie Thomas: Susan, we would really like to option this. Susan Orlean: You wanna make it into a movie? Valerie Thomas: Into a movie Susan Orlean: Oh, God!
Sheila: But what of all those sweet words you spoke in private? Ash: Oh that's just what we call pillow talk, baby, that's all.
Russell Hammond: Oh, my God. Holy shit. Fuck! I grew up with that lampshade. I love this kitchen. I fucking love this kitchen!
[first lines] Elaine Miller: I can't believe you wanna be Atticus Finch. Oh, that makes me feel so good. Young William: I like him.
Mr. Gordon: Hey, what are you punks doing? What's going on here? Joe: I'm just uh... Curt Henderson: Oh, hi, Mr. Gordon. What's up?
Eric 'Otter' Stratton: Sophomore dies in kiln explosion? Oh My God! I just talked to her last week... She was going to make a pot for me.
Ripley: How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant? Gorman: Thirty eight... simulated. Vasquez: How many *combat* drops? Gorman: Uh, two. Including this one. Drake: Shit. Hudson: Oh, man...
[a facehugger trapped in a stasis tube tries unsuccessfully to attack Burke] Hicks: Looks like love at first sight to me. Oh, he likes you, Burke!
Mortimer Brewster: Wait outside. Dr. Gilchrist: But it's Halloween! Mortimer Brewster: Oh, don't worry about Halloween. The pixies won't be out till after midnight.
[Looking at Paul Allen's business card] Patrick Bateman: Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark!
Margaret: Miriam, there's no easy way to tell you this, so - your husband - he was granted a divorce from you in 1952. Miriam: Oh, thank God!
Alice: Oh, but that's nonsense. Flowers can't talk. The Rose: But of course we can talk, my dear. Orchid: If there's anyone around worth talking to. Daisy: Or about. [giggles]
Alice: [after the Walrus and the Carpenter] That was a very sad story. Tweedle Dee: Aye, but there's a moral to it. Alice: Oh, a very good moral, if you happen to be an oyster.
Daisy: What kind of a garden do you come from? Alice: Oh, I don't come from any garden. Daisy: Do you suppose she's a wildflower?
Alice: Oh dear, everything is *so* confusing. Caterpillar: It is not. Alice: Well, it is to me. Caterpillar: Why? Alice: Well, I can't remember things like I used to, and... Caterpillar: Recite.
Elwood: What kind of music do you usually have here? Claire: Oh, we got both kinds. We got country *and* western.
