Hanging out with a baby is like hanging out with a really, really small… really, really hammered person all the time. That's really all a baby is. Just the smallest drunkest person that you ever seen in your life. I found myself talking to my sister's baby the same way I do a buddy at the end of a Saturday night. It's the same conversation. It's just me standing over him going, "What's wrong dude? Why you crying?"
Why would somebody worship the devil?... Has the devil paid off for anybody ever? What was the last award show you saw where somebody won and they came out and they're like, "Thank you so much. This is amazing. I got a lot of people to thank. Well, I gotta start out by thanking the man downstairs."