Kids don't plan to play. They don't go: 'Barbie, Ken, you ready to play? It's gonna be a three-act.'
I'm fine, and my hips are fine. My false knee is fine. My false hips are fine. Everything's cooking.
I could stand in the street and sing and get enough to pay the bills. I don't need millions of dollars.
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