I'm Not Saying I'm Not Bummed If

I Have Faith That A Script Is Going To Hit Me Like A Ton Of Bricks, And When That Happens, It's Undeniable That I Should Choose The Role.

I Want To Have A Good Time Myself. I Don't Want To Dread Going To Work No Matter What The Gig Is. I Think, Selfishly, I Will Make Sure That I Have A Good Time; How About That?

I Am Who I Am, And I Think I Have A Good Nature, By And Large. But If Someone Takes Advantage Of That Good Nature, Well Then, You Know, I'm Not That Nice A Guy.

'larry Crowne' Is About As Bummed Out A Human Being As One Can Be When He Loses His Job. What He Is Able To Enjoy Is Something That May Not Be Available To Everybody. But It's About The Value Of Being Willing To Get And Willing To Give Good Advice.

I Know That My Work In This Case Is Magnified By The Fact That The Streets Of Heaven Are Too Crowded With Angels. We Know Their Names. They Number A Thousand For Each One Of The Red Ribbons That We Wear Here Tonight. They Finally Rest In The Warm Embrace Of The Gracious Creator Of Us All. A Healing Embrace That Cools Their Fevers, That Clears Their Skin, And Allows Their Eyes To See The Simple, Self-evident, Common Sense Truth That Is Made Manifest By The Benevolent Creator Of Us All...