New Orleans is one of the most exciting, incredible communities in the world. There's such a rich culture and history, and there are innumerable things to do.

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.

That was my earliest maladaptive coping mechanism I forged when I was a kid. I found that my fists weren't going to do any significant protective work for me, so my mouth was it. Making my father laugh was a way to control him.

Wouldn't that be an amazing super power? Knowing where to press on someone's neck to make them immediately urinate.

We learned early on that we had chemistry and I was so grateful for that. It's like one of the few magical things about film that still exists.

There are guys I admire. Like Jimmy Stewart and - a more modern example - Tom Hanks. They managed to do it and have a really high standard for their work, but at the same time they remained incredibly classy and well-regarded personally throughout the process, which I thought was rare and kind of cool. And I'm trying. I try. I haven't thrown any TVs out the hotel window yet.

When you sign on to say, "Okay, yeah, let's develop this," usually that turns into, "Oh, he's doing it." But there's no script for some of these things.