I think I've always had a disconnect from what I'm supposed to be like.
Mel: What was your name again? Rain: Rain. Mel: Oh that's nice. Kind of like bad weather.
Still blows my mind that toilet paper isn't free.
I mean if you two were to make love, that would be gay. Two men touching each other physically and emotionally...erotically caressing each other...on the hood of a car...or the back of a movie theater.
Most of the people I know in comedy are not weird or messed up.
Some women were talking about how I put out. And that's just not that case. I don't put out - unless I'm asked very, very politely, and that's not putting out, that's just giving in.