Christmas was really where I started coming into my own as a performer because I did all this stuff on my own, all this performing on my own. When other kids were outside playing, I was in my room conjuring characters and impressions and things like that.

The era of ‘yes’ has begun.

The worst thing in the world when you feel broken is to have somebody coming at you with open-faced love.

Well this is just a fist. But when I start throwing it around I can leave one hell of a mess.

Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they're eating sandwiches.

I get excited when the people I work with scare me. I get excited when I'm surrounded by people who make me better and make me stay on my game and challenge me.

Some nights it was a melee, literally, where I'd be standing trying to defend myself for what I was doing. People would be screaming at me to do my old act, and getting actually violent and angry at me.