Once you've been really bad in a movie, there's a certain kind of fearlessness you develop.

And this, incidentally, is my thumbnail sketch of American marriage: A woman sees a man; she likes him. Now she jumps on this thing and rides it to some kind of standstill. Then she changes it and trains it, and to the exact degree that she's able to do this, she disrespects him.

With my sunglasses on, I'm Jack Nicholson. Without them, I'm fat and 60.

One of my school friends' parents owned a minigolf course, and a bunch of us kids would play there all day in the summer. Two-under deuces was a good score.

There were points in my life where I felt oddly irresistible to women. I'm not in that state now and that makes me sad.

I have to keep myself in check when I go to the kids' sports events. I sit waaay in the back. I make sure I don't do too much cheering, you know what I mean? I'm still not quite adjusted to this modern school of thought: Oh, it doesn't matter who wins. I'm not all the way there yet, but I accept it from the back row.

Financially, I've lost money and made money, but I know my way around financially.