“I always find it incredibly difficult to figure out whether I should reach for the check or not. I don’t want to presume anything, but I don’t want to be a ball-buster.”

Today, we’re struggling a lot, both men and women, with finding out what we’re supposed to be. Like when you go on a first date.

Audiences always love the baddies. Especially these ones that are so witty and charming and outrageously devious – everything you’re not supposed to be. I think it speaks to the basic, primal nature in us.

He’s passing the ball like Idi Amin.

Everything my mother made had to cook for 80 hours, and when she made matzoh balls she didn’t know fluffy. Everything sank.

Villains are a ball. People have been laughing at me for 50 years, so I love to sit in the back of the theater and listen to them hate me.

The only thing in this world that gives orders is balls.

I’ve come to realize that I perform best when I’m letting my subconscious mind hit the ball and my conscious mind is otherwise occupied.

When you live from freelance check to freelance check, your mind is always on “What’s the next piece I’m going to write, or draw, that’ll pay this month’s rent?” And so going out to play ball with my kids was a low priority.

I’m a bit of a shill for the Clinton Administration, which has its perks. I’m invited to all the inaugural balls.

Whether it’s teaching me a new way to cut on a wave or teach me a three-point conversion or teach me how to dribble a soccer ball. There’s something really cool about that.