When even your fans are writing to tell you to get a life, you know you need to listen.

Are you feeling lucky? Cause I'm on a roll.

As a boy I was a hermit crab, but I soon came out of my shell. Now I am a pincer crab, and soon I will be at my full power as a deadly nuclear lobster.

Do not tell me what I can and cannot do. I'll be as asian as I want to (Stretches his eyes in a racist manner).

When you're a parent, then you still have to commit to this concept of, "Okay, I'm basically out of action now for three months."

And I know I'm paranoid and neurotic, I've made a career out of it.

What the hell am I doing here?