Unwanted Visitors Quotes

If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors.

When a crowd rushes into your house without declaring its intention, it is, by definition, an invasion.

Get away from my house. What do you want?

We had gay burglars the other night. They broke in and rearranged the furniture.

There are lots of rats. It's a dirty little secret at the Delacorte Theatre.

Woke up last night half past four, fifty women knocking on my door.

I do have some viewers who know where I live, and they'll stand outside.

If you try to break into my house, you will be severely lacerated and possibly electrocuted, and I'm fine with that. Because if you're breaking into my house, you're on your own.

I travel a lot for work and have people waiting outside my hotel or call my room constantly or show up at whatever restaurant I'm eating at because I Snapchatted. It is a little terrifying.

The devils enter uninvited when the house stands empty. For other kinds of guests, you have to first open the door.

Sometimes, you've got to be in a place. You're just another guy. You can just blend in. I live out in the wilds of nowhere, out in Jersey. Even there, there's sometimes problems. College students like journey out there and show up at 11 o'clock at night, on my porch, looking into the door not saying anything. My wife and I are sitting there; it's really creepy.

When there is an old maid in the house, a watchdog is unnecessary.

If there's one thing I can't bear, it's when hundreds of old men come creeping in through the window in the middle of the night and throw all manner of garbage over me. I can't bear that.

We have a lot of guests who are trying to take over the house and the owner of the house doesn't like it.

People came to my house in limos looking for WallWalkers, and they made emergency calls, breaking into our phone conversations trying to order them.

I've had fish come up on stage, and it's pretty disgusting. I try and discourage that. I discourage anything flying up on stage, actually.

The unfortunate thing is that I live next door to the pub they all drink in. So if I leave my light on and they know I'm in, they all descend on me. I know it's nice, but it's a bit of a bummer if you're trying to watch EastEnders.

I have made multiple videos telling fans not to come to our house. I feel like a zoo animal.

Aunt Marion was right... Never marry a musician, and never answer the door.

We spend a lot of time trying to keep all that stuff very private. In this day in age, it's impossible. It's out in the ether and people send stuff to my house all the time. People show up at my house sometimes.

My door was open part of the time, and part of the time I tried to get a nap and their voices annoyed me, and I closed it. I kept it open in summer more or less, and closed in winter.

Spiders - the way they move freaks me out. It's so malevolent.

Going to a party uninvited always has been a negative action. It never has been acceptable. At the very least, it upsets kitchen preparations, parking arrangements, and even details such as space for hanging coats and depositing dripping umbrellas.

My mother had seven children in seven years. No twins. She also had a three-legged beagle who was compelled to bite strangers, a freakishly big double-pawed tomcat who regularly left dead rabbits on the front doorstep, and 70 white mice that one or another of us had smuggled home from my father's research laboratory.

Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I'm tired.