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.
I was screaming constantly, on the set, in my room... everywhere.
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.
If I moved, he moved. If I stopped, he stopped. It was a duel.
Give me civilization. I don't want to be pampered.
Waitressing - by far the worst job ever created.
