Point me to 50 people online who think I'm super sexy. I'll point you to 50 more who say he's old and looks like my dad.

I drove around in a Volkswagen Rabbit I shared with one of my roommates, and it didn't have a roof. It doesn't rain much in L.A., but when it did, it was utterly miserable.

It's funny when guys don't like to talk about makeup. I'm like, "You know you're wearing makeup, right? We all are."

I don't need to be married, but I feel married.

It's nice, when the lights come up at the end of the movie, to not be like, "What did I just watch?"

I'm painfully aware of my surroundings at all times.

We know that inevitably the millennials will get old and tired again, and then there will be the bilennials or trilennials, or whatever the next generation is, and we're all going to end up on our lawn shaking our fists in a bathrobe yelling at the moon.