I had my boy in Boston on Easter Sunday. That kills me, from a sports perspective. He's a Boston baby and I'm a New York guy.

From there, I tried out for a community theatre play, joined an improv group... it all started opening up.

Pie...it fills the cracks of the heart. Go away, pain.

If I do a movie where I have to have a son and it's a chubby kid, my mother is always like, 'You were never like that.' She gets so upset about it.

I don't want to be known as this goody-two-shoes who can only do comedies where puppies are licking peanut butter off my face.

I write flawed characters. Ones that do not always make the best decisions and are driven by ambition or lust. They are not black or white, they are in the large space that exists between.

For some reason and I don't know why, but I don't think that I'm funny in California. So I always want to do my movies east somewhere.