I know it's a cliche, but the whole family is just whacked. I mean, we're all out of our minds. They're the funniest, most eccentric bizarre people I've ever met, my siblings.

I'm thirty years old, but I read at the thirty-four-year-old level.

Describing comic sensibility is near impossible. It's sort of an abstract silliness, that sometimes the joke isn't the star.

You know, sometimes you can't just take an armadillo, put it in the barn, light it on fire and expect it to make licorice.

A mom and dad found an S&M magazine under their 10-year-old son's bed, and the dad said, 'Well, we sure can't spank him.'

I have a theory that if you're famous more years than you're not famous, then you get a little nutty.

I've never really worked on them. Just once in a while one hits me and makes me laugh. My Al Gore was sort of like a gay Gomer Pyle.