As soon as you start to talk about your own mannerisms, you are screwed. Because if you are aware of your own mannerisms, or beyond that even what makes any one thing funny to people, I really ascribe to that that if you start deconstructing it too much, it is immediately not funny.

Everyone is flawed and everyone makes mistakes and is culpable.

My parents had a certain resolve to them that I don’t see as so prevalent today. Through good times and bad, they were committed to one another. Their relationship wasn’t something to be constantly examined or picked apart.

Oh, I so don't care about the podium at the Oscars. I've stood at the podium at the Oscars and that's close enough. To be a presenter is as close as I need to be.

I would like for my kids to at least have some familiarity with who I am: "It's the man from TV!"

Some people just derive great joy from making other people laugh. And I do, but I don't feel like I need to do it 24 hours a day.

Fool me once, strike one. But fool me twice ... strike three.