If Michelle Pfeiffer gave Mel Gibson a vial of blood to wear around his neck in a movie you'd think it was terribly romantic, everyone would cry and they'd win awards. But in real life if someone does that they'd be considered weird.

They always say 'Is there going to be a sequel to Bad Santa?' and you know, I mean, a long time ago they would talk about, you know, we're going to do a sequel to that but it was never serious. And they said 'Would you do it?' and I said out of all the movies I've done, that was a lot of fun, and maybe I would do a sequel if it ever came up and it made sense, but I said I don't think that's ever going to happen.

I'm not sure that I'm really relevant as a director anymore. Or as a writer, either, to tell you the truth.

Songwriting and screenwriting aren't that different to me.

Just the other day, my assistant was on the line with Calvin Klein. Golly, I usually shop at Sears.

Playing normal-looking characters really intimidatesme. I got into acting to play anyone but me.

I figured I would have to tell someone to kiss my ass before it was all over, and I have -- twice.