I lost 150 lbs. if you include my wife.

That's the trouble with Nick. The only time he opens his mouth is to change feet.

The hardest thing I ever did was get sober. I was drinking two and a half bottles of whiskey a day and taking 40 Vicodin. If I had known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself.

It's hard to tell who's going to win this week, but it probably won't be a big, fat guy.

Never has my flabber been so completely gasted.

Being bipolar and an addict and an alcoholic I have to keep myself very busy. I don't sleep. I am lucky if I get three hours of sleep a night, and so I get up, and my head is full of slamming doors.

Everybody knows pretty much everything about me. I emptied all the skeletons out of my closet a long time ago.