I lived in an apartment near Wrigley Field.

I live in this apartment building, and everybody who lives there thinks of me as a housewife. People drop their babies off with me. Or I get notes: 'I'm going to be gone for three days. The keys are under the mat; take care of the cats.' Because they all think I'm home all the time.

I've lived here for two years and I'm only going to stay long enough to find an apartment or house.

In the '60s, I sat with my dad in frozen Wrigley Field at Bears games.

He's a very passionate guy, ... I sublet his apartment to be nearer to the guy I was dating. Maybe I should do a movie about that.

I love baseball history, and Wrigley Field is as good as it gets when it comes to that.