I cannot explain something that no one has ever figured out.

I don't mind demanding women.

Yoga's hard for me, but I know you can really feel the difference when you do it consistently. I'd rather be playing basketball.

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

New York is all about sort of a corporate sensibility, and it is squeezed out room for any other kind of sensibility, money talks, bullshit walks, I guess.

No one ever takes my side.

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?