She goes right on shaving my father's legs. On You on the kitchen radio. It doesn't make any sense to me. He stands in front of the mirror with his padded brassiere putting on lipstick and rouge. Now he's smiling at himself.
People are really crazy.
Instead of a normal mother and father, what I have is these two beauty queens. You know, Mom, you're like Cinderella's fairy godmother. You're helping Cinderella get ready for the ball. Well, not really. Think of it this way, Bobby.