I would act whether or not I was paid. I would be involved in ensemble groups. I would have the desire to tell stories.

The other day, when my 4-year-old saw a flowering tree and said, "Daddy, it's raining petals," that was poetry that just melted my heart into a mushy, yummy Fudgsicle.

It's nice to know that if you've worked really hard at something, it gets recognised with a tick in the success column - however you define that, be it making a bunch of dough, which the actors never see much of, or whether it's a piece that's enlightening or stays with the audience maybe six, seven or even eight or 10 years later.

Horrible things happen, but were they horrible? No, they were just circumstances of the world.

I would act whether or not I was paid. I would be involved in ensemble groups. I would have the desire to tell stories.

I always approach comedy roles pretending they aren't funny.

I haven't been one since I did a film called (coughs) Encino Man (laughing). After two or three runs with Pauly Shore, I had enough. Watching this film in 3D as far as rollercoasters go really fills it for me.