I'm Fairly Comfortable In Fight Sequences And

I Learned My "facts Of Life" On Toilet Walls. I'd Walk Up In School Bathrooms And There Would Be Crude Drawings And Figures Engaged In Sex. That's How I Learned.

I Don't Know If I'm A Strict Parent Or A Pushover.

I Don't Do My Own Stunts, But I Do My Own Fighting. I Don't Consider Fighting To Be A Stunt.

I Never Thought About Becoming A Professional Singer, But I Am In Touch With Bono About Releasing A Musical Movie. It Will Be About An Irish Band During The '70s Who Are Looking For Fortune In Las Vegas. I Should Play The Singer Of The Band But I Don't Want To Sing In Front Of Anybody.

Listen, I Know How Old I Am And That I'm Just A Shoulder Injury From Losing Roles Like The One In Taken. So I Stay With The Training, I Stay With The Work. It’s Easy Enough To Plan Jobs, To Plan A Lot Of Work. That's Effective. But That’s The Weird Thing About Grief. You Can’t Prepare For It. You Think You’re Gonna Cry And Get It Over With. You Make Those Plans, But They Never Work.