Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.

I was seducing shepherdesses when you weren't a twinkle in your great-grandcestor's eyes. I think I know what I'm doing.

You don't go walking into the proverbial lion's den lightly. You start with a good breakfast.

In the action business, when you don't want to say you ran like a mouse, you call it 'taking cover.' It's more heroic.

There's always, always a choice. My options might really, truly suck, but that doesn't mean there isn't a choice.

The movie of my life must be really low budget.

Oh, I forgot to mention it: My brother is the kind of man whom women stalk. In cooperative packs.