I can always remember that experience in Hawaii pleasantly on account of Elvis.

I think Elvis would be alive today, probably, if he had been allowed to mix and mingle with his fans. I think it was a great cross for him to bear that he couldn't get out and be with his fans.

The doctor must have put my pacemaker in wrong. Every time my husband kisses me, the garage door goes up.

Take the back roads instead of the highways.

They were taking pictures and everything. When we got down off the plane, the minute Elvis made his appearance at the door of the plane, the screaming got even worse.