I Feel Like Elvis. Only Alive.

I Wanted To Play Around With The Format, Really Tear It To Pieces And Shake It Up. For Example, If Mitch Saves Someone From Drowning, And That Person Then Goes Out And Releases A Virus That Kills A Million People. Imagine The Moral Implications Of That.

I Look Good, But I Probably Have The Insides Of Elvis.

I Grew Up In Chicago, And There Was Always Snow. In Los Angeles There Never Was, So We Would Always Import Snow!

I Think People Respect Me Because They Feel Like - I'm Kind Of Like Christmas. I Come Back Every Year. You Can't Get Rid Of Me. I Just Keep Coming Back.

If You Stand Still Long Enough, You'll Get Stuck.