The last time I was inside a woman was when I was inside 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.

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

I recommend that the Statue of Liberty be supplemented by a Statue of Responsibility on the west coast.

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

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