Ah, I don't do interviews, really.
You try too hard. Winners forget they're in a race. They just love to run.
I dyed my hair blonde in that movie, so my head doesn't match my grill.
I couldn't get any jobs, and when that happens, you get so humble it's disgusting. I didn't feel like a man anymore -- I felt really creepy. I was bumping into walls and saying, Excuse me.
You win, you win. You lose, you still win.
Did Mad freakin' Max just call me irritating?