When my stepfather died, I just kind of fell apart. I felt pretty vulnerable, like there literally could be no tomorrow.

On Sundays, I lay low, sulk a lot, and try to get my head together for next week.

I got into stand-up to get on a sitcom.

Hopefully, underlying all my jokes is an element of surprise.

I think the chances are better of me putting Super Unleaded into a rented car.

To be famous and broke is hard.

I just don't like to go out and deal with the real world. It's scary.