I want to be a good human being.

I'm not very good at taking compliments. It's better than getting slapped in the face, I suppose.

I live my life through fear. If I'm afraid of it I'll do it just so I'm not afraid of it anymore.

I think there's a great connection between these two characters for sure. I mean, I don't know if she's coming over for dinner on the Barton ranch.

And I don't care if you're talking about things that are true, you're still talking about my personal life. How about I go peek in your window, take what underwear you wore last night, whose husband you were fucking, and shove that in the megaphone throughout your neighborhood? How does that feel? It's none of your goddamn business.

I'm an actor for hire, and I go do a job.

I have a bad sweet tooth. I'm pretty good when I have to eat well for work, but otherwise, I could eat a whole roll of raw cookie dough.