Dolly PARTON

Wearing five-inch heels, a plunging neckline and her trademark platinumblonde wig, Dolly Parton raises her perfectly manicured eyebrows. It’s 1986, and she’s sitting in a quiet corner of her namesake theme park, Dollywood, in Tennessee, across from Australian 60 Minutes journalist Mike Munro. A crowd of adoring fans is waiting outside for a glimpse of the five-foot-nothing star, who spontaneously rides through the grounds on the back of a tractor, waving her cupped hand like the Queen. Towards the end of the interview, Munro brings up her “bust measurements” and Parton politely deflects the question. When Munro straight out asks her breast size, she lets out a shrill laugh and deadpans, “Up yours, Buster.”

Parton has heard all the jokes before. (“What’s worse than a giraffe with a sore throat? Dolly Parton with a chest cold.”) In fact, some of the best jokes she made up herself. Presenting