Chickens, cows, and pigs in factory farms spend their whole lives in filthy, cramped conditions, only to die a prolonged and painful death.

If I can't see the humor in it, how am I going to be funny?

I didn't have to audition. That's common, but it had never happened to me before. Normally, I hate auditioning. I need to stew and think... let the character develop and grow inside me.

I'm tired of playing the brat.

After I left LA... it was like waking up. And so I moved back east and stopped auditioning.

My family would be supportive if I said I wanted to be a Martian, wear only banana skins, make love to ashtrays, and eat tree bark.

A good leader needs to know how to follow.