My drag mother is a nudist.
My drag mother is going senile. Before my very eyes.
Tatianna is over there with pasty face magilicutty. I was like, what the hell did she do to her face?
Ohhhhh no. We are going to have to put old men in drag.
When you point your finger at someone, you have three fingers pointing back at yourself.
I don’t need the wig, I don’t need the pepper spray, but calling my mom is golden to me.
She doesn’t need your pity bitch, I pity you for the face that you have.
Anybody who steps out of the house with a pair of high heels and a wig is my hero.
When I’m on stage, I feel 20. I look 30. I am 42.
I’m serving fish, honey, and this ain’t trout.