If I don't die in a plane crash or something, this country has a rare opportunity to watch a great talent grow.

Mick Jagger's lips' so big, black people be going, "You got some big-ass lips!"

Are you driving with your eyes open? Or are you, like, using "the force"?

After all these years, I've done well and I'm cool. I feel comfortable in my skin, I've saved some paper, everybody's healthy, my kids are beautiful and smart, doing different things, it's all good.

I leave my house all the time! But I'm not at all the Hollywood parties. I'm grown, and where else am I supposed to be? I'm supposed to be home.

I'm 42 and the age of a guy who has kids, so I guess I'm playing right where I'm supposed to be. I'm comfortable with that, but in the same breath I'd do something edgy. If someone came to me and offered me an edgy and funny story, then I'd do it.

Is it just me, or does every woman in New York have a severe emotional problem?