At Least Manhattan, In Terms Of Danger

It's Over. The Franchise Is Dead. The Press Killed It. Your Magazine F**king Killed It. New York Magazine. It's Like All The Critics Got Together And Said, 'this Franchise Must Die.' Because They All Had The Exact Same Review. It's Like They Didn't See The Movie. Got Any More Gum?

Yoga's Hard For Me, But I Know You Can Really Feel The Difference When You Do It Consistently. I'd Rather Be Playing Basketball.

You Look Around New York, And We Are Surrounded By Restaurants And Food Trucks, And We Celebrate Food In This City Like No Tomorrow.

If You're An Actor In Your Heart, No Matter How Much Money They Shove At You, It Doesn't Matter If The Work Doesn't Provide That Creative Spark. You Want Out.

As Soon As I Feel People Are Talking Too Much About My Character, It's Time To Leave.