Women loved that part 'cause K.C. was just sassy.

I didn't work on the killing floor. I worked in the section where you break the meat down and package it.

I just cleared the slate and thought of her as a mother and went from there.

I'm Catholic, he's Jewish, and it was just easier to elope.

If I was working hard, she bled into my personality. I became more cynical.

One of the jobs I had was cutting out the blood clots on a side of beef.

That got me to L.A. and reintroduced me to my future husband.

There were a coupla times when I had had it. And when I'm pushed to the limit, I scream.

We would love to have other children. It hasn't happened. We haven't been lucky enough.

Before Huey was 5, I could take him to work with me. Now, though, he has sports and lessons and friends, and it's not fair to remove him from his whole life.

By the time May rolls around, I'm probably going to want to spend a month on an island. But if Steven Spielberg or Steven Soderbergh or any number of directors were to say 'Hey, there's this role, are you interested?' I'd be there in a flash.