My dad didn't want me to listen to Zeppelin, I think because it reminded him of his wilder days, and now he's a retired Southern Baptist minister.

My father's a Southern Baptist minister. I wasn't lighting cars on fire; I just wasn't.

I think the Creator renews me.

I'm Southern Baptist, not a meteorologist.

I want babies. I think I'll be a great dad.

I have to say that my dad's face is very malleable. He's barely got any cartilage in his face. I think I maybe inherited that Play-Doh-like physicality from him.