An actor goes crazy in a hotel room, gets trashed, throws a bench, breaks a window, and he is considered a rock star. An actress does that and she’s sent to rehab and is thought to have problems and issues and can’t get a job.

Detroit was really fun, FYI, in case anybody wants to go to Detroit. I love it. I did.

They still put you in a room with these people who apparently have no difference whether you're making a family driven show or otherwise. But I do realize it's very sad to me. This is the first film [Oz The Great] that I've done that's not R rated. It's a really weird connection.

I wanted to just surround myself with people who I think are better than I am, whether they're actors or directors or producers, so that I could learn from them.

I grew up incredibly poor and went to school and had a very average upbringing.

I showed sideboob. I don't need to show ass. You get one or the other. You don't get both.

It doesn't matter if you're play-pretending crying or play-pretending laughing, you're still play-pretending.