That game was dedicated to Rick Adelman. I'm at home, in the bathroom, trying to take a dump, flipping through the channels and he's complaining (on TV) about how I'm stepping over the line. I can't even do a No. 2 in peace. I'm sitting there grunting at 12:30 at night. Can I go one day without somebody saying something negative about me?

But you can not compare Yao's stats to mine. You just can't compare it and I am playing everyone one-on-one.

Tell Yao Ming, 'Ching-chong-yang-wah-ah-soh.'

It's just one more win. I don't give a [bleep] how we do it, as long as we get it done. Did I say [bleep]? I'm sorry.

I painted my toenails before Dennis Rodman. One time at training camp, I stubbed my toe and the nail came loose. My mom gave me some toenail hardener, and I painted over it. I scored 40-something points that night, so it became a ritual. Paint my toenails, score 40 points.

We have strict orders: If we talk about it we get fined $50,000.

I wouldn't. I would just go home. I'd fake an injury or something.