My girlfriend just told me I am one of the smartest people she knows. I told her, You need to meet other people.

If someone sprays windex in your food it can give you diarrhea. But once you wipe it off your windows, you're fine.

At the end of the day it's the end of the day.

When someone you love is hurting, if it was possible, you'd want to take their pain for them. But do I really want cramps and sore boobs?

If you go with Marshall McLuhan's theory that the medium is the message, as soon as you're hosting a blooper show, you're done.

I don't like the negative of reality tv - the 'you're no good, so you have to leave, I choose you, but I thought you really loved me.' It's all about how bad people are and I just hate that. I like Pimp my Ride where someone is helping somebody.

Everyone I love I pay.