One time, I put up 40, 50 points dunking on Shawn Bradley. After the game, he brought his family over. He was like, 'This is my wife. She wants to take a picture.' I'm like, 'Nice to meet you.' I smile into the camera, take the picture, and then feel guilty about dunking on him so many times.

There's no answer for my offense, just like the polythagorean theorem.

I think it was 89.2% cheers and 11.8% boos, but I'm used to that.

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.

I don't take anything personal. I just have a certain file in my head, so Earthlings must be careful with what they say.

This is my disguise, but it doesn't work.

The Big Cactus... because if you come too close, you're gonna get stuck.