I'm Not Counting Any Chickens.

I Don't Have Too Much Time To Jam With The Rest Of Hollywood.

When I Was Really Young, My Mom Enrolled Me In Dance Classes.

I Love Seeing Somebody Act Real Earnest And Serious, Like Jackie Gleason. He Makes Me Laugh Because He Reflects Back To Me My Own Serious-mindedness And How Ridiculous It All Is. It's Always Easier To See Somebody Else In That Position Than Yourself, And You Laugh. It's Like The Classic Slipping On The Banana Peel, Or Someone Getting Hit By A Pie In The Face. Why Do Those Things Make Us Laugh? Is It From Relief, Like: Thank God It Wasn't Me? Or Is It Something Else: I'm Being Very Serious Now. I'm Pontificating Earnestly And Solemnly About-pow! Pie In The Face! The Bust-up Of Certainty.

When You Start To Engage With Your Creative Processes, It Shakes Up All Your Impulses, And They All Kind Of Inform One Another.

Working With My Dad Was Such A Gas. We Approached The Work In A Similar Way. We Only Made Two Films Together When I Was An Adult, Tucker, And Blown Away, But It Was So Much Fun To Play With Your Parent Like That.