I'm A Cotton-headed Ninny Muggins.

I'm The Minority In My House Sometimes. My Wife Is Swedish, And We Go To Sweden And Everyone Is Rattling Off In Swedish. It's Like, 'ok, I Can Just Read A Book.'

It Doesn't Really Exist, This Frat Pack. We Run Into Each Other On Occasions And We All Like Each Other's Films, I Guess, But There Isn't Some Big Funny Restaurant Or Bar Where We All Hang Out. At Least, If There Is, They Haven't Invited Me.

I Don't Know About Living On An Automatic Pilot, But I've Had Times Where I've Decided To Just Test Myself And My Mettle, And For No Good Reason Other Than It's What Life Is. Even Before I Was Acting, I Had, Like, One Day In High School I Decided To Just Show Them My Pajamas, Just For No Good Reason.

There's Nothing Sexy About Orange County.

Facebook Is Like Jail, You Sit Around And Waste Time, You Write On Walls And You Get Poked By People You Don't Know