madame tussauds? it was like i had achieved immortality. between kurt cobain and austin powers. people came from far and wide to see my statue because they thought i was somebody. and then, a few years later, something changed. i got passed over for the "nightly news" desk. thank you. but that wasn't the worst of it, carol. i was feeling pretty low, so i decided to take my date to madame tussauds. i stood there for hours. luckily, i wasn't the only celebrity pretending to be his own wax statue that day. scott baio and i became great friends. both of us gigantic losers. - so they gave you your statue? - no, i bought it. they were gonna melt it into a gray ball with milli vanilli. i couldn't let that happen. i always thought that once i was back on top, madame tussauds was gonna want me again. - and she will. chuck, now that we're admitting things, um, your head kind of fell off. please, don't be mad at me. i stuck it bac