I'm going to admit when I'm clueless, and I'm going to ask people for help when I don't know the answer to something.

Four months after we finished shooting, I'd been in New Orleans shooting another movie and my agent and I were having a bite to eat - actually in London - and he's sitting there and goes, 'Wow, I just can't believe how ripped you are.'

I'm not a hockey fan, which is probably why I had to leave Canada in the first place.

I love doing six versions of any joke, so if they'll give me six takes, I'd love to do it.

I never took acting classes, but I knew I could do it based on the skill with which I lied to my parents on a regular basis!

You can be deported back to Canada, absolutely, for a shockingly minor infraction. Little bar fight. Next thing you know you are back in Sascatchuan. Which I'm not from, thank God... But it did concern me.

I remember that coming to America was scary for me because everything here is just bigger, better, shinier, you know?