I Can't Get Past The Fact That

It's Not Like Some Movies Where You're Following A Bunch Of Different Stories You Can Cut Around. There Was Nowhere To Cut To. It's These Guys. We're Not Cutting Back To Anybody Else

We All Hold On To Some Image Of The Family We Want, Based One Way Or Another On The Family We Had. Lots Of People Are Thrilled About The Families They Came From, Others Couldn't Get Away Fast Enough. Most People Fall Into That Vast Middle Ground: Great Affection Mixed With A Few Ideas For Improvement. A Couple Of Things They Wish Could Have Perhaps Been Done Differently.

It Was Trying To Make My Tennis Game Look Mildly Respectable, Which I Found You Don't Even Really Need To Practice If You Have A Really Good Editor. They Can Edit It And You're Like, "hey, It Looks Like I'm Playing Really Well." That Was The Fun Part, But It Was Like Going To Summer Camp.

When You're In @#*!#-ing Hell, Your Forehead Can Feel A Wee Bit Feverish. (by The Way, That's The Way My Wife Actually Curses. She Doesn't Use Dirty Words; She'll Literally Say "asterisk, Pound Sign, Exclamation Point, The-letter-'a'-with-a-circle-around-it, Asterisk, Asterisk, Asterisk.")

I Always Loved Comedy, But I Never Knew It Was Something You Could Learn To Do. I Always Thought That Some People Are Born Comedians ... Just Like Some People Are Born Dentists.