My personal taste doesn't enter into it a lot when I make my decisions as to what to parody.

I suppose I had my rock star fantasies while I was singing into my hairbrush in the bathroom mirror, but I never really consciously said, 'OK, this is what I'm going to do for a living and I'm going to be Weird Al.'

If something is good enough, it can be out there and people will see it.

You can try on our suede underwear if you choose. Do what you want, but don't step on my blue suede shoes.

If I could find the right kind of property, get tied in with the right movie, I'd love to be involved, but I just find it hard to be motivated to do another screenplay right now.

It doesn't take a military genius to see we'll all be crispy critters after World War III.

What kind of morons do you have working at newspapers in Austin that would base an entire review of an artist's performance on whether or not they had a good seat?