The Girl With Many Eyes One day in the park I had quite a surprise. I met a girl who had many eyes. She was really quite pretty (and also quite shocking!) and I noticed she had a mouth, so we ended up talking. We talked about flowers, and her poetry classes, and the problems she'd have if she ever wore glasses. It's great to know a girl who has so many eyes, but you really get wet when she breaks down and cries.

Anybody who knows me knows I would never read a comic book. And I certainly would never read anything written by Kevin Smith.

I wouldn't know a good script if it bit me in the face.

I don't have a dog, because I travel too much. I don't want to just leave it abandoned.

Certain things leave you in your life and certain things stay with you. And that's why we're all interested in movies- those ones that make you feel, you still think about. Because it gave you such an emotional response, it's actually part of your emotional make-up, in a way.

They took a baseball bat and whacked open his head. Mummy Boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead. Inside of his head were no candy or prizes, just a few stray beetles of various sizes.

Unwisely, Santa offered a teddy bear to James, unaware he had been mauled by a grizzly earlier this year.