I trip over my legs all the time. I'll wave to somebody, look up, and end up eating pavement.

I used to trip over my legs and get detention for my too-short shorts because none fit. I still trip, but now I like to show them off.

When you're doing a Broadway show, you have no free time.

I was a floor model at I. Magnin. I'm 5 feet 7, but my legs weren't long enough to be a big-time model. From the knees up, everything is long, but from ankle to knee, if I was in proportion, I'd be 5 feet 9.

Underlings look up to the boss for behavioral cues, subtle signs, hints and gestures.

I tell them to give me a tug of the shirt. Then we can get somebody in with fresh legs.