Yeah, I've always considered myself a musical person.

Thinking of Plan B muddies up your chances of succeeding at Plan A.

I waited tables in New York, and when you're in that line of work, you often have a horrible boss.

You live your comedic life close to the edge, you're gonna cross the line and offend people.

Knowing that I'm not a model and I'm never going to be has relieved me of the pressure of looking good. If you don't establish yourself as McDreamy then you don't have to live up to it.

Starting out, I bet I didn't get a lot of parts because of my strange voice. I'm not consciously thinking, 'Hey, sound like a squeaky dog toy mixed with a bagful of rusty nails.' It's just what my voice has done.

Never trust a man whom you know to have acted like a scoundrel to others, whatever friendliness he may profess to feel towards yourself, however plausible he may be, or however kindly he may behave; be sure that, the moment he has anything to gain by so doing, he will "throw you over."