We All Think We're Going To Get

I'm A 7 O'clock Act. My People Want To Go To A Show, A Dinner And Then Go Home And Go To Bed.

I Have A Cousin Ernie Who Buys Stuff. He's Got A Big Snowblower That's Actually The Biggest Snowblower You Can Buy, With A Remote Control, So He Doesn't Even Have To Go Outside. He's Got The Microwave And A Satellite Dish, It's All In One. He Cooks And Watches At The Same Time.

I Think What People Were Trying With Me Was To Figure Out Who I Was. They Thought I Was Funny, But They Were Like, "how Can We Use This Guy So He Can Regularly Do This?" Does That Make Any Sense? I Think People Were Trying To Figure Out If My Fat Peg Would Fit In Their Square Hole.

At Thanksgiving, My Mom Always Makes Too Much Food, Especially One Item, Like 700 Or 800 Pounds Of Sweet Potatoes. She's Got To Push It During The Meal. "did You Get Some Sweet Potatoes? There's Sweet Potatoes. They're Hot. There's More In The Oven, Some More In The Garage. The Rest Are At The Johnson's."

Your Agent Or Manager Tells You. They Go, "you're Out. They're Gonna Get A New Guy." But Then I Didn't Feel Bad. I Didn't Take It Personally. Not That I'm Competitive At All. But You Have Pride In That, You Know? You Want Your Ratings To Be Good. But Now That I'm 62, I Don't Really Care About The Ratings. I Don't Care About The Reviews. I Care About The Work, And I Care About The People That I'm Working With, And I Try To Make The Experience For Them And Myself As Good As It Can Be.