You love your kids more than anything on the planet until like 9:30 at night. And then you're like, "Okay... that's enough. I loved you all day long. Just give me a little break. I answered all your crazy questions." I don't even know... I know nothing. That does not fucking help when you have to answer your kid. I've got to make up every goddamn answer. "Are whales smart, Daddy?" "Well, you know, they're more street smart than book smart, but..." I don't fucking know anything about whales.