One of the terrible things about doing movies is that the writers never consider the temperature outside.

The entire behind the scenes of Saturday Night Live are all Canadian.

It makes you famous, you get money from it, you go on and do the best you can, but it really is dreadful that people don't know your name.

I never met the second happiest man, or the first happiest man, so I can't judge where I fall into that category.

I got tired of reading that everybody was either coming out of the closet or they were abused or had some kind of substance problem.

You accumulate a great deal of acquaintances and friendships over the years, and you can't always spend as much time as you would like.

There were some times when we did the winter scenes in the summer, and I had to wear that silly fur coat. Oh, my Lord! I was perspiring!