I still have my eyes on the prize: I want to be that old lady onstage shaking her hips and singing her greatest hits.

I don't want to die an old lady.

It's a trip to have a Greatest Hits record. It's a trip.

We didn't just want to go out and do that whole greatest hits thing.

I do remember my first purchase: the Partridge Family's 'Greatest Hits.' I got it for $3.99 at a failed chain of pre-Wal-Mart-type stores called Jamesway. God, I'm old.

I want to work endlessly and tirelessly until I'm an old, old lady.