I got hit with an octopus in Detroit one time. It was the most gross thing I've ever had happen. I got it right in the back of the neck; all the juice was coming down. It was awful.
The fear of burglars is not only the fear of being robbed, but also the fear of a sudden and unexpected clutch out of the darkness.
Also there is a twist to the story as I'm being haunted and driven crazy, attacked and so on. All I seem to do is run and scream and cry in every scene.
Trump is a loser; he is a lunatic and he is not welcome in Cancún.
There ought to be a law about you coming around.
There are times ... when any visitor - in person, by phone, by mail - is an intruder, a burglar, a space hogger, an oxygen taker, a chaos maker, a conflict inducer, a mood chaser, and a total drag.
Jimmy Kimmel still comes across like a guy who crashed a party and got caught at it, yet adamantly refuses to leave.
I've had fans come and knock on my door. I'm usually polite, but I'm usually very direct and say, 'It's not cool that you come here uninvited.'
I see myself as a roving mosquito, choosing it's target.
I freak out when I see a spider. I was doing an interview once, and there was this really big, furry spider crawling up the tripod, and I was like, 'I can't do this!'
It's only a certain amount of days your friend's mom is gonna let you stay at they crib without feeling some type of way. So I'd stay two or three days, then they mom would be like, 'What's up with him? He got to leave unless he gonna pay for something.'
If I see a spider in my room, I gotta sleep on the couch for, like, two days.
When I was in Turks & Caicos, a bug jumped out of my room service menu. That kind of freaked me out.
I'll talk to kids afterward and somebody will always say, 'I'll leave my bedroom window open for you.
When someone stays with you and they're not your guest, even when they are your guest they get on your nerves. When people visit for long periods of time, that just happens.
Talk of the devil, and his horns appear.
I pity anybody who has to spend a day with me.
Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time.
I welcome him like I welcome cold sores. He's from England, he's angry and he's got Mad Power Disease.
I'd love to come back as the most annoying ghost ever.
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.
Too many days, that awful, despicable, rude, ruthless bully called cancer has knocked on the door of those I love.
I am not a fan of tarantulas.
Some fan literally broke into my house. He literally came in and said, 'I'm a huge fan. I brought you food.' He brought me three boxes of noodles.
If you don't like me, don't turn your television on at the holidays, because you won't be able to escape.
