“Alexis, don’t be ridiculous. That’s exactly the kind of paranoia that makes me weary of spending time with you.”

We all have to go, David, unless you have some special excuse.

God help us all.

You are bored, lethargic and practically dripping with ennui.

We have no interest in what’s going on with you.

I will not relive that bullying nightmare.

I was worried sick, dear! ‘Where’s David? Or his bags?

What is the source of this falsehood? And what photo are they using?

The last time I felt this emotionally encumbered, I was playing Lady Macbeth on a Crystal Skies cruise ship during Shakespeare at Sea Week.

Your wayfaring thespian has returned

I can hardly hear you, John! The cheering and accolades are drowning out your gentle voice.”

I once hosted the non-televised portion of the People’s Choice Awards.

I’m positively bedeviled with meetings et cetera.

You do realize I’m a professional vocalist?

All in favor say aye.

“It’s probably nothing but I think I’ve killed a man.

I was worried sick, dear! ‘Where’s David? Or his bags?