I'm tired of playing the brat.

My mom has a good way of engaging me in a conversation about the choices I make, listening, being objective and open-minded, and respecting those choices so long as they don't put me in danger.

In a movie we try to deceive. In theaters, as they say, the deceived are the wisest.

I'm tired of answering questions about myself.

I moved out to LA, got an agent, started auditioning. I didn't know anything about how it worked. And since I was really bad, luckily, I didn't get any of those parts.

I have a very bad relationship with mice.

I feel like my behavior goes over better on the streets of New York.