I grew up with the white picket fence. My dad went to work nine to five, and he had a station wagon.

I grew up on a farm where we had one radio station and it was all country.

We were building a picket fence and we decided to put a gate in.

When I was a kid I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up, but I did know what I didn't want to do. I didn't want to grow up, have 2.2 kids, get married, the whole white picket fence thing.

I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire.

I'm a stubborn guy that loses his temper, sometimes driving the station wagon in the wrong direction for hours and hours and never admitting that he's gone the wrong way.