Sandra:
No one speaks of pavilions anymore, and that saddens me.

Sandra:
Funny Girl was hot, hot, hot that year. And I begged my father to take us to see it, but he couldn't get his hands on a single ticket. Instead, he took us to see a matinee of Any Wednesday with Sandy Dennis. He said, Let's go see a woman who's going to be doing the exact same thing for the next 20 years. But she did it best in Any Wednesday, you have to admit.

Sandra:
Come back to the Five and Dime, Barbra Streisand, Barbra Streisand.

Sandra:
I can recall to this day the thrill of knowing someone in an all-American family was losing her grip. The thought of the family hovering together terrified really turned me on. It was as if I could go over and reassure them and tell them I would take care of everything.

Sandra:
It was a portrait Normal Rockwell forgot to paint: someone's mother home again ^Å in oils.

Sandra:
When I was a little girl, I used to go home for lunch every day, and I'd pretend that my mother was a waitress in a roadside cafe. I'll have a side order, ma'am. A side order consists of a white-meat tuna, a dollop of mayonnaise, some carrot strips and potato chips. And then I'd sit at the counter... and ignore her.

Sandra:
My parents got divorced five years ago after 38 years of marriage. I thought, oh what perfect timing.

Sandra:
The last time I went anywhere with my parents before the divorce, we'd gone to Vegas 'cause I was doing the telethon with Jerry Lewis. And we'd just had dinner at the Stardust Hotel, one of the eight international restaurants -- I believe it was Aku Aku, the Polynesian. And my mother grabbed a handful of after-dinner mints, and she started choking on them. So me and my brother walked really far ahead in the casino. And my dad finally got her a glass of water, and she washed it all down. She went, Oh my God, there must have been dust on those mints.

Sandra:
My father's a proctologist. My mother's an abstract artist. That's how I view the world.

Sandra:
...there was something really great about growing up in a liberal, intellectual, Jewish household with three sensitive older brothers. But there were times, I have to admit, that I really got caught up in the romance of being gentile, especially around Christmas time.

Sandra:
We went to the 1965 New York World's Fair in 1964. I never understood that.

Sandra:
I really got caught up in the romance of being gentile, especially around Christmas time. I would fantasize that I had an older brother named Chip and a little sister named Sally, and my name would either be Happy or Buffy or Babe, one of those big, sexy blondes who plays a lot of volleyball: Yeah, spike it, Babe, all right! Yes!

Sandra:
You know, I like to sit around in my hotel room after the show in my bra and panties, and I'll say to somebody, Get me a Remy Martin with a water back, goddamn it! Thank you. I know they like it, and I do too.

Sandra:
Go ahead, see if I care, you can go and fuck Madonna. While you're at it, fuck Martika!