I find I have to be the sad clown: laughing on the outside, crying on the inside.

I'm an actor... I do a job and I go home. Why are you interested in me? You don't ask a truck driver about his job.

You know my feelings: every day is a gift. It's just, does it have to be socks?

I don't think I will do a Mafia character again. I want to get away from the violence a little bit, because it is starting to bother me personally.

I was voted best-looking kid in high school but, as you can see, things changed. I used to say I was a 260-pound Woody Allen. You can make that 295-pound now.

Standing in public in other people's clothes, pretending to be someone else. It's a strange way for a grown man to make a living.

I just don't think I'm that interesting. I don't think what I have to say is that interesting. To hear me go blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I mean, who... cares?