My father could swear in Gaelic and English, by the way, ladies and gentlemen.

Most people don't know how underpaid and often ill-equipped urban fire departments are across North America.

My father left Ireland because he did not want to muck horse manure for the rest of his life, and he wanted to come to New York.

I certainly know guys in comedy, I know some actors, and I definitely know some musicians, who have survived to a certain age and make a good living doing what they do, but nobody knows who they are. They wake up every day and they have the ability to get paid practicing their art, but underneath it all, if you scratched the surface, you still get, "If I only had my own show . . .," or "If I only had my own band . . ." It's what people always do when they want to be their own star.

Vacuuming is great. I do the laundry. I love washing machines. I'm the maid in my house.

I just think it's difficult for them to see the forest for the trees right now, which I can't blame them for, given the circumstances they found themselves in.

I'd love to play in a Red Sox game. It would be so awesome to actually walk out on the field and play, just for one inning. I'd also steal everything I could get my hands on in the clubhouse, which is why they won't let me do it.