It happens to the best of them. You lay off singing and your throat gets out of practice. No excuses. I blew it.
It was as though all my hostilities, anxieties, and conflicts were in one ball that was flying away into space, farther from me all the time, leaving me content with myself.
Just call me a family man and an actor who digs his whole scene, side interests and all. Just say I feel mighty good at the ripe old age of 27.
My whole life has been a lie.
My entire life has been a lie.
My family comes first. Maybe that's what makes me different from other guys.
My goal is to be remembered as a human being and as a great performer.
Maybe I should quit the business. There's no one left for me to love. Mama's dead. Mr. Burns couldn't care less about me. What's left?