Maybe my identity's been stolen. Or maybe I was sleep-shopping!

The thing about lying to your parents is, you have to do it to protect them. It’s for their own good.

Everyone keeps saying I’ll pick it up. But what if I don’t? I did algebra for three years, and I never picked that up.

But sometimes you have to be brave. Sometimes you have to show people what's important in life.

And maybe now you'll start treating everybody with respect. Not just the people you think are important.

Our whole family thrives under pressure. It's like our family motto or something. Apart from my brother Peter, of course. He had a nervous break down. But the rest of us.

A real relationship is two-way.