Women are mad at me. A girl came up to me on the street and she almost smacked me. Like, ‘How could you? How could you let a girl like that go?’ I feel like I want to give people hugs, they seem so sad. Rachel and I should be the ones getting hugs! Instead, we’re consoling everybody else.

It's misogynistic in nature to try and control a woman's sexual presentation of self. I consider this an issue that is bigger than (one) film.

For now, I'm just going to keep doing the work and hope I don't get fired. If people want to put me up on their walls, I'll love it.

I don't know what art is exactly, but I'm pretty sure it's not something you get paid to do. For myself this is a job. I think it's easier to get better at it if you don't lose your identity in it. You do whatever you can to try to understand the character. Because they're paying you feel like you should be doing something.

I'm Canadian so American politics are not really in my wheelhouse.

I don't even think of myself as particularly good looking, and not at all a typical kind of Hollywood leading man sort of actor.

I'm waiting to get old - I think old guys with tattoos look good.