It ain't a party til something gets broken.

I'm still alive, which is pretty cool.

Early on, I used to think it was really cool and macho to jump out of the car and tackle the bad guy. But then when you see the stunts in the movie, you realize it could've been a lady in a poncho.

Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh.

You have this great big fantasy life, and it looks like a non-stop 24/7 party. But what do you do when you get to the end of the Internet and there's nothing left to buy? There's just a picture of Wayne Newton flipping you off.

Let's talk about something exciting. Me.

I'm tired of pretending I'm not special.