If Jesus doesn't have a sense of humor, I am in huge trouble.

I'm not a standup. I didn't start off as a writer, I learned to write through improvisation, and so that's the part of the show that can most surprise me. The written part of the show, I know I can get wrong. You can't really get the interview "wrong."

I've said it a million times: Romance languages lead to premarital sex.

If I ever succumbed to the demon on my shoulder going, "You should get something special because you're famous," that is the moment that my behavior will be caught on social media for all time. I'm even afraid to use it to get a reservation. This is the person who will tweet, "Can you believe what this a-hole did?"

Any religion whose messiah’s name isn’t recognized by Microsoft Word can’t be that much of a threat.

When my car runs out of gas, I buy a new one. I don't want to ride around with a quitter.

The beauty of new media is that no evidence is necessary. The brave blog-troopers have stormed the cockpit of news, and wrestled the joystick of authority away from the seasoned pilots of the press who would land our country at the Facts International Airport.