It wasn't my fault.

You've been overeating again!

Uh, no, I haven't.

There is Black Forest cherry cake in your cleavage!

Ooh! How did that get there?

You know what chocolate does to your system.

It was only a small wedge.

Your contract specifically states you are forbidden to eat gateaux on the day of a performance.

I was depressed.

You're depressed? We're going out live in three hours, for God's sake!

Don't speak to me like that! You don't understand! None of you understand! Bletch! Bletch!

Suddenly, I feel very, very old.