In my sick brain, gruesome violence and comedy go as hand-to-hand together as anything else in the world.

When we grew up in Vancouver our friends were - I don't know if I'd say callous, but we had a very, you know, harsh relationship with one another; we'd constantly make fun of each other.

I was in high school when Will Ferrell was first on 'Saturday Night Live', and I remember thinking, 'Man, that guy is the funniest guy ever.'

Luckily, due to my own ego, probably, I'm always quicker to blame other people.

I am lazy, but for some reason, I am so paranoid that I end up working hard.

One of the big things that we wanted to do was trying to kick out a car window as you're driving after it's been shattered obstructing your view. I mean, that's - I can't count how many movies I've seen that in, and we just thought, you know, like, it could be funny if it just kind of goes wrong and this foot just kind of punctures through the window and gets stuck.

It always seems crazy to tell people what to expect. That never works! So, I don't know what to say, other than that they can expect me.