I have some road rage inside of me. Traffic, especially in L.A., is a pet peeve of mine.

I like being part of good movies and telling stories that mean something to me. I also like playing characters that I look up to.

I'm so spoiled - I must have a Starbucks vanilla latte every day. Otherwise, it's going to be a bad day. I also love Jelly Bellies. But that's bad. Don't tell my mom.

I think now I'm just excited to continue directing and find stories that inspire me and bring those to the screen.

I got caught kissing. Like by my parents. It was so horrible. It's so embarrassing, I'm blushing.

How do you know you told a good punch line, a good joke? It's because they laugh. How do you know you've got a good scary punch line? It's because they jump out of the seat or scream. So the best reward is one you can listen to.

I felt so proud to be having a baby and so excited. And I felt closer to other women - to my sisters, to my mom. I felt empowered, like, 'I've given birth. I did it! There's nothing I can't handle.' I've really enjoyed this time that I have taken to be with Suri, as well as the challenges of the first couple of months: feeding and pumping, learning to decipher what each cry means - is she hungry? Is she tired? Does she need a fresh diaper? - and figuring out how to really help her.