Everything has added up to a load that I'm getting tired of carrying. It's gotten so complicated. It's the three failed marriages, and having kids that grew up without me, and it's the personal criticism, of being Mr. Nice Guy, or of divorcing my wife by fax, all that stuff, the journalism, some of which I find insulting.

Like last night I had a sequence with a gun and, to be honest, for me to be threatening with a gun and not be comical is quite hard.

Many of the articles printed over the last few months have ended up painting a picture of me that is more than a little distorted.

Another time, we had three days off in Australia, so we went out of our way to fly to Ayres Rock.

I've spent the last year and a half going through a very public separation, hiding in hotel lobbies.

I never said I was at the Alamo. Someone else said I was at the Alamo. Now I'm a nutter. I don't think that's fair.

Testimony is contingent on experience, that's why we're all free spirits