When widows exclaim loudly against second marriages, I would always lay a wager than the man, If not the wedding day, is absolutely fixed on.
I sang a song at my sister’s wedding. My mother forced me into that, too. But that one felt all right.
On the publicity tour of ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding,’ I was asked over and over again, if, as the writer, I felt it was a fair depiction of real life to have someone of my er, below average looks, hook up with hottie John Corbett.