I'm still going on bad dates when by now I should be in a bad marriage.

Anything can happen with a razor.

I'm all over the place, and I consider myself a bit of a scrounger: 'What will I do next, so I'm not broke?'

We've all made mistakes that are similar in just trying to get by or make some money or feel good about ourselves.

It goes Christmas, New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day. Is that fair to anyone who's alone? These are all days you gotta be with someone. And if you didn't get around to killing yourself at Christmas or New Year's, boom! There's Valentine's Day. I think there should be one more after Valentine's Day just called, 'Who could love you?'

I have a rule, and that is to never look at somebody's face while we're having sex; because, number one, what if I know the guy?

My grandmother, she passed away at Christmas time. So now, I have this built in sadness, you know, every holiday. 'Cause I'm plagued with the thought of, you know, what she would have given me. What didn't I get to open this year?