You say a line and you wait for them to laugh, then you say another line and you wait... It felt weird to me. But it's interesting and the energy is almost like theatre, I suppose, with all the people there.
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You say a line and you wait for them to laugh, then you say another line and you wait… It felt weird to me. But it’s interesting and the energy is almost like theatre, I suppose, with all the people there.

-Sherilyn Fenn

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-Stephen Fry

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-Orson Scott

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