You know, before I would think, my cab driver hates me. Now I think my limo driver hates me.

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

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

Every parent knows that for a kid, the car is chloroform.

I still feel like an immature idiot inside, but I look in the mirror and - as a friend of mine once said- this old guy keeps getting in the way.

People are going to see both of us and think it's an Abbott and Costello kind of thing. It's not an easy switch. It's not an easy transition from TV to film.

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