Italian-americans Are Not The Mafia.

Doing Voiceover, They Bring You In, You're Wearing Jeans, You Haven't Shaved, You're Wearing A Baseball Cap, And You Go In, Do It, Make A Lot Of Money And Go Home. It's Fun. I Enjoy Doing It Very Much. So That's Been Really Fun For Me.

My Mother And Father Told Me I Was God. I Was A Good Italian Boy Who Hung Out With The Same Four Guys. I Was A Little God.

Oh, Great Reviews Are The Worst. They Mislead You More Than The Bad Ones, Because They Only Fuel Your Ego. Then You Only Want Another One, Like Potato Chips Or Something, And The Best Thing You Get Is Fat And Bloated. I'd Rather Just Refuse, Thanks.

The Key Is You Have To Keep Doing The Right Thing. Do The Right Thing And Stay Around Long Enough, And You'll Keep Getting Parts. And If You Don't, You Write Your Own Parts, Which I'm Lucky To Do. It's Like Anything Else: You Get Hot, You Get Cold, Then You Get Hot Again. You Just Keep Working.

I Came Here Knowing Nobody. I Worked Clubs As A Singer And Even The Doors A Few Times Before I Landed Some Tv Roles.