I dream of moving to India, or Pakistan, and becoming a cabdriver.
My comfort zone is press conferences.
I've been happily dedicated to the same woman for a number of years. I never even look at other women.
I don't know what my assistant would do besides get me pot.
Don't boo people! Don't boo! Be more specific! Like, 'WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?! I HATE THAT! I HATE IT!'
You know you're getting fat when your socks don't fit.