I had a very crazy aunt and uncle who we traded my brother Webster to for a Siamese cat. It was heaven to live with my aunt and uncle because you got spoiled to death.

I'm too much of a planner. I would have been a dentist; that's what I was thinking of being. Dr. Rex, open wide and say "Ah." I think I'd look good in a smock.

I was named after the next-door neighbor's German shepherd. It was either that or Cadillac Smith.

I have long-range plans, but you always have to wait for business to catch up with you. It's a matter of contracts and meetings catching up with your ideas of what you want to accomplish in life.

I'm very close to my parents and we built a sailboat together when I was growing up. We're partners.

Everything is disposable now: disposable lighters, disposable blades, disposable stars. They inflate you up for one big deal and then they look for someone else.

I was the only guy who is referred to as Mr. Smith in the New York Times and in the same week as Sexy Rexy in some teen magazine.