I Find It Hard To Relax. I

I'm An Actor... I Do A Job And I Go Home. Why Are You Interested In Me? You Don't Ask A Truck Driver About His Job.

Standing In Public In Other People's Clothes, Pretending To Be Someone Else. It's A Strange Way For A Grown Man To Make A Living.

This Is Gonna Sound Stupid, But I Saw At One Point That Our Mothers Are ... Bus Drivers. No, They Are The Bus. See, They're The Vehicle That Gets Us Here. They Drop Us Off And Go On Their Way. They Continue On Their Journey. And The Problem Is That We Keep Tryin' To Get Back On The Bus, Instead Of Just Lettin' It Go.

Putting Somebody Else's Pants On And Pretending To Be Somebody Else Is Occasionally, As You Grow Older, Horrifying.

I Just Don't Think I'm That Interesting. I Don't Think What I Have To Say Is That Interesting. To Hear Me Go Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah. I Mean, Who... Cares?