Fortified by a Texas-size cocktail, Betty spills the beans about her former "impostate" lifestyle as a female polygamist. (Hmm, did she say LDS or LSD?) Betty, God only knows what we'd be without you, sister wife!
Oh my god I worship that woman. I think I could be her. I have communications with dead people all the time.
Victoria Gotti ... She has lips like a damn catfish.
Betty sobers up and goes "Siamese" for Quebec TV.
I wanted to be like Marcia when I was growin' up but my hair just never would do nothin' in the humidity.
I think the worst part of being a insomniac is what's on the TV at night.
