I was just going to write out
a list of goals to help me
get past whatever'sgoing on up here.
And the first goal that I wrote
was just to go aheadand let myself fall in love.
With a prisoner.
And that's directly coming from
a dream I hada couple nights ago.
I was escorting a prisonerof war across some land mines,
and we were quarantined
by the Vietcongin an abandoned warehouse.
And they weredoing things with bamboo
that I did not think possible.
Oh, my God.
I was so mad when I woke up.
Another goal that I have
is to learn how to playthe ukulele.
And to stop takingmy clothes off for money.
But I need money.
That is a ridiculous goal.
Gonna cross that one off.
Another goal I have isto put a stop to some rumors
that have beengoing around about me.
I was in the ladies' roomearlier tonight,
and I was in the stall.
I can hear, okay?
And some womenwere talking about
how I put out, okay?
And that's just not the case.
I don't put out.
Unless I'm askedvery, very politely.
And that's not putting out;that's just giving in.
Thank you. Thank you.
There's a difference.There's a difference.
A fourth goal that I have--
and this is very ambitious,but I don't care--
I'm just gonna go aheadand find Amelia Earhart,
whatever it takes.
Every day that goes by,I just fear the worst for her.
And I have written
several letters to George Bush.
But I'm gonna tell everyonesomething right now--
he does not givean ( bleep ) about her, okay?
Or black people.