That's sort of a trick question, and I don't have a trick answer. Next question, please. You're not going to get me with that question today, buddy...I'm a veteran at this, buddy. Can't get that with me, buddy. Not today.

I think I'm the only player who looks at each and every center and says to myself, 'That's barbecued chicken down there.'

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

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?

The NBA is fairy tale and real life mixed together.

I'm pretty much able to play any style. I'm not here to demand 40 or 50 shots. But I would like 30.

I think it's a great city. I think it's a fabulous city. But in my young juvenile days, I was an idiot, and I bought 30 cars. And I need to drive those cars, and New York isn't really the place you can do that.