Different people's houses smell like different weird things. God forbid someone should come and nail down what my house smells like. It'd probably be a litter box... sweaty socks... and burnt bacon. That probably is what it smells like. — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
Come on, planning a wedding, let's be honest, it's not fun. It's not fun being in a wedding. — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
If you want to play the good roles, spend more time in in college and in acting class than you do in the gym, and you'll have the career you want. — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share
I've never lived in Los Angeles. I've always lived 30 miles away in Long Beach. — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
There's nothing wrong with a little self-possession, there's beauty in taking time for yourself just because you feel like it, and there's nothing wrong… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
My skin is super sensitive, so an oil-based cleanser is just perfect, rather than some detergent thing that strips it. — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
I can't stand having a messy purse, and it makes me anxious to watch other people dig through their messy purses (especially if it's… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
'M Train' will take you in and out of dreamscapes and reality and remembrances with prose so spare and matter-of-fact that it delivers a… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
Different people's houses smell like different weird things. God forbid someone should come and nail down what my house smells like. It'd probably be… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
As a performer, you can't just sit around waiting for the phone to ring. You have to write and develop projects for yourself, because… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
You think your friends have good taste in fashion, until they ask you to wear an ugly bridesmaid dress! — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
Growing up, I was the weird, theatrical kid who always tried to make people be in my plays. I've always loved comedy, but when… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
