Well, I'm Italian, but my family isn't stereotypical.
I mean, I only have one sister and we don't yell or throw pasta at each other. My mother doesn't even have a secret spaghetti sauce recipe.
You want a lesson? I'll give you a lesson.
How about a geography lesson? My father's from Puerto Rico. My mother's from El Salvador. And neither one of those is Mexico.
I was screaming constantly, on the set, in my room... everywhere.
If I moved, he moved. If I stopped, he stopped. It was a duel.
Waitressing - by far the worst job ever created.
One night I was in bed-and remember that I'm on the second floor of a hotel-when I spotted this crab coming toward me across the floor, watching me with his beady little crab eyes. I think he wanted to get in bed with me.