Sometimes I want to revive a song or medley I did that went over with the crowd.

Life is like music on a scale, moving up and down. When your life is over, you have written your song.

In Dead Earnest (Lee's Compost Song),

They weren't really weddings, just long costume parties. (on three of her weddings)

I'm always happy when I'm cleaning, and besides, I had just found out that I was going to have a baby.

Retire? Not on your life. I have no plans to stop singing. What are you going to do when you love music? It's a terrible disease. You can't stop. Of course, I'd like to get off the road.