I find it hard to believe that so many people doubt the existence of God. I mean, seriously, I'm here, so is it such a stretch to imagine that another all-powerful being could exist somewhere in the universe?

I know I probably should be sad about my mother's cancer... but she still hasn't seen The Last Kiss, you know?

I am really driven, but my drive doesn't effect the conversations I have in my head about life, and my worries and fears and insecurities.

I don't ask questions. I just figure the extra warm days are God's way of rewarding me for Garden State

I never go looking for child pornography, but I mean, if somebody sends me an email with some pictures, I'm not going to turn around and report them.

I blame Walt Disney; well he has to find voice actors better than me somehow doesn't he?

I've turned down a lot of proposed scripts for Scrubs episodes, mainly ones with AIDs patients. It sickens me, really. If you don't want AIDs, don't be a ice cream man. Or African. I'm neither and I'm fine.