Twas the night before Thanksgiving. All the food's in the oven. And I'm in the bedroom performin' self lovin'.
The wedding took place in Vermont, where they have legalized gay civil unions, and I married a woman.
I don't see my show as a stepping stone to something else like some people, who get a job then have a foot out the door looking for their next job.
All they teach you in drama school is how to do stage fights and be a pain in rehearsals.
I've started looking at my own father a bit funny. He assures me, though, that I really am the son of a Scottish postman.
I came to America, and I made good. It's an old story, but it hasn't been told in a long time. Usually, it's, 'I'm an immigrant, I came here and got persecuted.' My story is I came here, I worked hard, and it worked out all right. So it's still available.