I like being married. I like taking care of people, having someone to make dinner for.

I eat cheese and salami and a lot of fried chicken. I eat a big bag of oatmeal-raisin cookies every night and I don't gain weight. I still look OK as long as I'm dressed.

I don’t want to be a mentor in my bedroom.

There's no slow build anymore where you get a little part, then you get a little better part, then a better part, until one day your agent calls you us and says, 'guess what, you're a movie star,' and you say, 'Thank you!'

I guess I worry about weird existential things, like how do we spend our final act. This is a very emotional question. I can't answer it without crying. I think, You're 56 years old, what did you do? You raised two good kids. What am I going to do now that is as meaningful as that? I don't know the answer yet.

I'm a little more extreme than a homebody. Unless there's some event I really have to go to, I don't like to leave my house.

I wish I had a little more ambition. But then what would I do? Turn down more roles with more vehemence? Me no likey worky.