I come from a really lovely, really smart family where the only stress was money and employment. It wasn't violence, it wasn't drink - it was money. I was a sensitive, runty, rednecky kid, and I absorbed my parents, stress about that. Now I find myself living in the epicenter of money, trying to define myself against it. I'm having a nice little swing here, but even if they come at me with a big paycheck - and they haven't, believe me - it won't fill the void that'll be created in me if I have to go out and lie to guys like you about loving a movie I'm in that I actually can't stand. That's gotta chip away at you.