As I looked up at the Statue of Liberty, I thought at that time, 'What a wonderful country.'

When my mother, sisters and I arrived on the shores of America when I was 8 years old, the boat on which we came, a freighter, passed the Statue of Liberty.

I have a wonderful make-up crew. They're the same people restoring the Statue of Liberty.

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

I grew up in New Jersey and never went up the Statue of Liberty.

The last time I was inside a woman was when I was inside the Statue of Liberty.