Aren't we all striving to be overpaid for what we do?
Acting is the most wildly overpaid position imaginable.
I enjoy being a highly overpaid actor.
The honor is overpaid, When he that did the act is commentator.
If I got paid, it was no more than five dollars a column, and I still think I was overpaid.
I've had a year out of work, more, and just toughed it out. There are those who think that all actors are overpaid. I beg to differ.
Actors really are the scum of the earth. Their behavior makes overpaid rock stars look positively noble.
This high official, all allow, is grossly overpaid; there wasn't any Board, and now there isn't any Trade.
Sports fans have been mistreated for a long time. They have overpaid for inferior food and they have had poor service.
What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.
People think top singers are overpaid, but opera houses have a top fee, which is a good thing. Of course concerts are different- everyone wants to make as much money as possible.
It seems like everybody's perception of me is very bipolar. To one group, it's overpaid, overrated; to another group, it's underpaid, underrated, underdog. It's funny to me because there's no real balance.
When I look at how fortunate I've been, being a musician... my response to being overpaid is that I should pay it back to my community in some way.
I talked so much about my product that I sold myself. I bought the very thing I was selling, and I think I overpaid.
I've been meeting with Live Nation CEO Michael Rapino for years, trying to figure out how to fix the concert industry. We're all so overpaid. It's ridiculous. People stopped going to concerts because they can't afford them. The Rolling Stones are cha...
I've realized as well after five years of being on the road that if I'm going to four or five months of my life to something even if I'm overpaid, it's four or five months of my life away from home, away from my son, away from family and friends. I b...
I had a dream about you. We drank coffee and laughed like old friends, even though we were strangers bathing in the Brown River of Wakefulness. I laughed because you were naked, and you laughed because I’d just overpaid for a cup of coffee at Starb...
You can take Lucas to watch football when he’s older,’ she once told me. Ah, the rheumy-eyed grandpa on the terraces inducting the lad into the mysteries of soccer: how to loathe people wearing different coloured shirts, how to feign injury, how ...
When did my house turn into a hangout for every grossly overpaid, terminally pampered professional football player in northern Illinois?" "We like it here," Jason said. "It reminds us of home." "Plus, no women around." Leandro Collins, the Bears' fir...
