No one knows who the real me is, so I can be a hundred different kinds of me.
I prefer writing for myself to perform, I guess. But if I had to choose, I'd rather perform in someone's movie than write a movie for someone else.
You know, quite a few species of fish require two or more sexual partners.
The service at this airport restaurant is so bad I'm starting to panic that I'm a ghost.
One good thing about being locked in a cage: No responsibility!
Mel: Does Bret's girlfriend look anything like me? Murray: A little, around the eyes. Mel: Oh yeah? Big eyes huh? Murray: Well... she's got eyes.