If you woke up, every day, and someone punched you in the face, for the first week, you'd go, "Why is someone punching me in the face?" But, by the time you got through week two, you'd take it and just go on with the day.

I have a lot of respect for marriage.

All those animals that were in the cages, I would spend a lot of time in those cages with the animals in-between shots, just hanging out, because I prefer animals to humans. If I get an opportunity to be with them, I'll usually take it.

I can easily say "no" to a project if the script isn't great, but when the script is good, then I start asking the other questions. Who's going to direct it? Who's the creator? Who are the actors? When are we shooting? Where is it shooting? All that kind of stuff.

What would it take for me to eat human flesh? If that was the only way to stay alive, I would. I would eat anything.

My parents are pretty cool people.

I won't miss having to stand for two hours at 4:30 a.m. and have freezing cold glue applied to my feet. I won't miss two-hour drives to work or long, long, long days sitting in my trailer waiting...waiting...waiting. I won't miss one day off a week. I won't miss glue in my ears. But I would do it all again tomorrow.