I’ve gotten:
Jamie Lee Curtis
Helen Hunt
Terry Garr
Bonnie Bedelia
Melissa Etheridge
Lisa Kudrow
Billy was his BROTHER, not his son.
On good days, I used to look like an ugly Indiana Jones. On bad days, a pretty Troy Aikman.
Now, I just look like a mostly sober Ron White clone in a slightly better suit.
A bit like Rosie O’Donnell, if she cut her hair real short.
Meryl Streep, in my twenties. But my nose kept growing and now I look like Meryl Streep with a - umm- nose full of character. All of my character is in my nose, now.
I don’t believe a word of it.
Before I cut my hair and lost some weight, I used to look something like former pro wrestler Michael Hayes of The Fabulous Freebirds. I even signed an autograph as him once when I was more than a little drunk at a casino.
My first husband thought he looked like Bob Dylan.
It was his observation… not anyone elses. But I must admit I could see what he was talking about… the curly (almost afro style) hair, and the same nose.
My current husband (married a dozen years) constantly gets told, often by complete strangers, that he looks like Clint Eastwood. I’ve been there. I witnessed it over and over again, year after year. And when I’ve shown family or friends a photo of him, before they met him in person, the first thing out of their mouth was “he looks just like Clint Eastwood”. Personally, the resemblance never occurred to me. Nobody has ever told me that I look like a celebrity, except for first husband (the Bob Dylan wannabe). He said I looked like Susan Sarandon. One night he watched the movie white palace starring her and he took me out to breakfast the next morning telling me, across the table, that it was like watching me on the screen. He wouldn’t shut up about it. He really believed I looked exactly like her. Nobody else has ever said a word about me resembling Susan. I have similar eyes, nose and mouth as her, but not enough to expect any requests for autographs.
In my 20s, it seems that I looked like a cross between 1990s long-haired Johnny Depp and 1970s Jimmy Page.
Can’t complain, really.
In my fantasies, it’s this guy. More realistically, it’s this guy. And really, *really *realistically, it’s probably more like this guy.
None - really. When I’ve run a pic of me thru software that supposedly can tell you who you resemble, it pretty much always comes up as a balding, jowly man. OK, my hair is thinning and jowly isn’t too far off, but still, I’m a dainty flower of womanhood, dammit! 
Funny, just the other day the cashier at CVS told me I look just like Eric Church. I don’t know who that is, and upon looking him up I don’t really see it, but whatever.
My husband is constantly told that he resembles the most interesting man in the world.
I’ve gotten Andie McDowell, Sandra Bullock, and Loretta Lynn, but I look like none of them. Trust me.
A less handsome Johnny Depp.
But they don’t look like each other! (ok I could see Bedelia and Etheridge being similar but not the others)
I’ve never been told I look like anyone. I must have a face made for radio.
Jackie Coogan as Uncle Fester.
Lassie.
Nobody. Not even close.
I think I’ve mentioned in another thread that my wife thinks I look like Mark Williams, best known as Arthur Weasley from the Harry Potter movies. She regards this as a compliment, for some reason.
I don’t see it, myself.