That's what the holidays are for - for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn't that the Irish way?

I remember doing the sex scene in Red Rock West. I had to kiss Nic Cage and then look like I was going down on him. And he couldn't do anything - he just had to lie there.

I had so many freckles that my mother used to say that they were kisses from the angels. I still have them.

I love fast cars... and to go too fast in them.

I love receiving fan mail.