I get so nervous on stage I can't help but talk. I try. I try telling my brain: stop sending words to the mouth. But I get nervous and turn into my grandma. Behind the eyes it's pure fear. I find it difficult to believe I'm going to be able to deliver.
“Why should I limit myself to only one woman when I can have as many women as I want?”
“Most of the real bad guys in the world are people like you and me; they're not stupid, and you can't smell their horns.”