So far he’s redecorated my apartment in the most awesome jungle motif, and we can wear each other's clothes. He’s mad ubersexual. We haven’t had sex yet, but it’s only been six months

Fair on his feet the polish'd sandals shine, And thus he greets the master of the swine:

How did you keep body and soul together before you got your first paying job as an actor?

I'll get the sonofa—” “Listen, just bag that punchout shit for the moment. You've got a problem, and don't forget it.