I married a saint - well, a saint who curses.

My wife gets all the money I make. I just get an apple and clean clothes every morning.

I just don't want to play the same guy again over and over.

For the sake of your marriage, get a king-size bed. And if you really want to stay married, get two.

I'll be spending the holidays with my family. Nothing special, just some light bickering and biting sarcasm.

As an actor, that's nerve-wracking enough [drunk and doing coke] because you have to do it at the right level.

I married a saint - well, a saint who curses.