I used to steal pens at the store. Back in the day when you would write checks, I would write a check and use the pen, and I would keep the pen.

I used to kiss things all the time. I would have to kiss everything, just about everything. The headboard on my bed, the steering wheel in my car. I think it was an OCD thing.

While in a crowded underground carriage, scream 'It's happening again!

When I just want to be free, I'll wear the Banderas outfit and the mask and touch myself. On the chest. Only on the chest. I just want to feel the silky silks.

The first day I went to law school, I realized I'd made a huge mistake. It was nothing like what I thought.

Sometimes I'd go [in British accent] "Uhh, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant, thank you. Wonderful. Cheers!" I do say "cheers" automatically," from living over there. I say "cheers" to everything.

I think more about clicking the teeth, because I have to line them up just exactly right, and then I slam them down so they exactly meet. And I think I worry about that too much. I'm not thinking about remembering. Like, "Wow, that was a great moment went my son went trick-or-treating": click. "What was I supposed to remember?" That sort of thing.