It's over. The franchise is dead. The press killed it. Your magazine f**king killed it. New York Magazine. It's like all the critics got together and said, 'This franchise must die.' Because they all had the exact same review. It's like they didn't see the movie. Got any more gum?

At this point in my life, I like the security of a job, while still having time for my young son and to pursue other creative work.

Everyone feels like family and I am back in the city that I love.

Sex and the City changed New York-New York's become a big shoe store now, unfortunately.

I don't know the politics of Hollywood. Am I hungry for great material? Every actor is. How I can get to it, that's another story.

It is a fearful environment where no one can trust to pick up a stranger, or a stranger cannot trust to get in a car. That search I find lacking. That openness. Right now, we have got ourselves stuck in one thing, which is make money as fast as we can, because it is hard to live in this world without it. Let us face it.

Why don't we save time and you just tell me what I want?