When I've mentioned my screen wife is Helen Baxendale, so many people have burst out laughing. My self-esteem has been crushed by it.
I've barfed in movies before. It seems like it always ends up being Campbell's soup mixed with something else.
Pretty sure I always say things that upset people, get under people's skin.
With my humor, I end up offending everybody!
I'm not comically oriented. I get angry and I start complaining and then people start laughing. I don't even want them to laugh half the time.
And it will fall out as in a complication of diseases, that by applying a remedy to one sore, you will provoke another; and that which removes the one ill symptom produces others.
In reality, I laugh a lot. In fact, if someone cries in front of me, I cant help myself and I often start laughing.
Every time you engage in a political debate, there is a guaranteed headache from the comment section, from the reaction from everything.
If you feel uncomfortable about something, just because you're in the public eye, it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt when people say things.
Oh, I constantly say things that I regret. I mortify myself constantly. But that's just part of the deal. I'm not really sure what's going to come out of my mouth.
Everyone makes fun of my calves. They are so big. I don't really even like them, I don't really want them as big as they are, but I have no choice.
Isn't it annoying when your face doesn't do what you want it to express?
Sometimes, on a personal level, I wince.
When the response to comedy becomes cheering instead of laughing, that is so irritating. It's the worst.
When you're talking about a really horrible personal thing that happened to you... and it doesn't get laughs... I feel really exposed and like I've overshared with some strangers.
You don't want to let people down, and that's so hard because you're never going to please everybody. There's always going to be someone that's a naysayer.
I never thought for a second that anything I ever did was going to make someone cringe. That never occurred to me.
Everybody is always going to have haters. It comes with the job. You have to have a tough skin and not let it affect you.
Sometimes, my mouth can get the better of me.
I apologize that I made an attempt to be funny and edgy… and it didn't work.
I had a thick accent, and people didn't understand me, and I was ashamed, and I fumbled. I radiated an uncertain energy; sometimes baristas sensed this and wouldn't try to talk to me, and then an insecure voice in my head would cry, 'He's racist!'
I know I rubbed people the wrong way.
