When I have a little down time, I like to go to the gym and try to bank some hours there. I like to spend time with my dogs, go hiking, do a little traveling.
Well, I'm pretty domestic actually. I walk my dog. I go grocery shopping. I hang out with friends. I'm pretty normal, whatever normal is, on my off time.
The first film I made was when I was 13 and it was called 'The Dogs That Ate Detroit.' It starred my Saint Bernard Barney, and it was a killer thriller with oodles of special effects that were cutting edge for the time.
At the time my dog had a fungus on her chest that wouldn't heal and resisted treatment. I made an ointment with our product and it cleared up in two days. She lived to 17 years.
I don't consider myself an A-list celebrity or a big dog, but every time I meet somebody, even rappers who've been in the game for years... they're like, 'Man, I'm trying to get on your level.'
Sonny: Is there any special country you wanna go to? Sal: Wyoming. Sonny: Sal, Wyoming's not a country.
Sonny: [to a cop with his gun drawn] You see that? [points his finger like a gun] Sonny: Put it in your holster!
[Sal is pointing the gun at Sheldon] Sal: Tell the TV to stop saying there's 2 homosexuals in here. Sheldon: I will, Sal.
Plank: Ah! They fucking shot me! Dog: Well, fucking shoot 'em back!
Alfred: Don't mind my brother. Your dog has more breeding than he has.
Maggie Fitzgerald: You ever own a dog? Frankie Dunn: No. Closest I ever came was a middleweight from Barstow.
Deserter: While I was in the service even my dog ran away with some mutt. My Yorkshire Terrier. Bitch.
Mr. Blonde: Eddie, you keep talking like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch.
Mr. Pink: Somebody's shoved a red-hot poker up our ass, and I want to know whose name is on the handle!
Joe: So who's your parole officer? Mr. Blonde: Seymour Scagnetti. Joe: What's he like? Mr. Blonde: He's a fuckin' asshole.
[while cutting Marvin Nash's ear off] Mr. Blonde: Hold still! Hold still, you fuck!
Gordon Cooper: Hey honey, want a hot dog? Trudy Cooper: I'm leaving you, Gordo.
P.L. Travers: [Shoving plush dolls of Donald and Pluto into her hotel closet] Duck... dog... out!
Ed: Big Al says so. Shaun: Yeah, but Big Al says dogs can't look up!
[last lines] Henry Niles: I don't know my way home. David Sumner: That's okay. I don't either.
Tyrone: I don't want that dog dribbling on my seats. Vinny: Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.
