I've got people who like Tommy Boy, but they're getting older and there's a whole new wave of college kids who see that and Joe Dirt, and Just Shoot Me is a little older, so I wanted stuff for everybody.

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

My school of thought is, anything goes, but I can't do that anymore.

I talk to my dad all the time, he's more like my buddy than my father, and he's not happy that I use him in my act. But I tell him, I have to get something out of this.

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

I've got to get on myself to be sharp, funny and loose.

I want to get away from it all. Move to the sticks. Montana. Hundreds of miles from civilization. Get a cabin in the snow. Curl up with some cute girl. Say stuff to her like, Scream all you want, sugar. Ain't nobody gonna hear you!