On presenting with Justin Bieber at the Grammys: He’s such a tiny little baby! I would’ve loved to push him around onstage in a carriage.
Honestly, I think its kinda funny that you waste your breath talking about me. Got me feeling kinda special really. (So this is what your all about.)
On Competition: Honest to God, and I’m not just saying this as a cop—out, I don’t believe in that kind of energy. I believe in karma, and I believe if you put out positive vibes to everybody, that’s all you’re going to get back.
I’m sure you gathered this by now: I just do what I want. Have I made out with chicks? Hell yeah. Did I think it was awesome? Hell yeah. I wouldn’t call myself bi. Like, if I didn’t eat meat for a week, it doesn’t make me a vegetarian. So I like people, and that’s just it. I like people.
If I smear glitter on my face, you don’t have a choice – you will be more attracted to me. It’s part of our brand makeup. So anyway, then I started thinking, why just do my eyes? Why not my entire body? And at the end of my shows why don’t I put a backpack on that’s like a hand—held cannon and blast glitter at people? So not only do I look attractive, but so does everybody who’s dancing? It’s kind of like become my thing.
People are shocked by it, but if I were Guns ‘N’ Roses or Van Halen, no—one would be surprised. Or a rapper – look at all those songs on the radio that are, like, ‘Girl go up and down the pole’. I mean, dance for me dudes! I understand I’m supposed to be feminine and dainty, but I’m not. People are more impressed with things that I do because they almost treat you as if you’re handicapped if you’re a woman… people can be impressed that I can play a few chords on the guitar.
I think people can stand to take themselves just a little less seriously. I’m fighting the war against pretension.
Referring to her part in Right Round: Whatever. I’m money — I don’t need money.
I want to make out with the fat guy from The Hangover…He’s amazing. I like big, fat guys with beards that wear thick glasses.
Ain’t got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer. Ain’t got no money in my pocket, but I’m already here. And now the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger. But we kick ‘em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger.