I don't get up, get dressed, go out, and think, 'Okay, I gotta find eight jokes.'

I'm going to get an MRI to find out whether I have claustrophobia.

My neighbor has a circular driveway... he can't get out.

It seems like we wake up and it's a race until you get to bed. It gets to you after a while and you think, 'What the hell am I doing?'

I play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get my car going really fast, and stick it out the window.

If you get an audition and you're out of work, you just say, 'I've gotta go on this.'