That's the one thing I have over any twenty-one-year-old: a proud history of accumulated neuroses. That's the game in which I'm da man.

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

Parents, just keep in mind that kids will always round off to the nearest obscenity.

You don't want to shock them and do something totally opposite, but you also want to play a different character.

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.

Failure-it centers me. Too much success has me thinking, All right, what's goin' on?

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.