Unless you count the one where Jon Voight was condescending to me, which I dont.
(And yes, Im just going to keep bringing up that Jon Voight conversation.)
Were gonna start a couple more Mac ads in a bit.
EW:How long can you ride this cash cow?JL:Oh, years!
I dont know, theyre just so fun and easy to do, I feel like why not.
Until another major company starts knocking on my door to hawk their product.
EW:You actually have a movie to promote but everyone down the line is screaming Mac Guy!
Mac Guy!JL:Yeah.
EW:Whats your opinion on that?JL:I dont care.
They can call me Douchebag, or Hey Monkey Boy!
Like, I dont really care.
This is all so bizarre anyway.
If my parents or good friends start calling me Mac Guy then Ill get worried.
Then it might affect me.
But I refer to them as photographers.
EW:Maybe just a little.JL:Hes younger.
Hes a better actor.
I feel like he would out-act me and, like, beat me up with his chops.
I think Shias awesome.
I think he would probably win, right?
[asks girlfriend, who does an admirable job of not responding.
Hed be pummeling my I want you to write this.
Hed be pummeling my balls.
EW:Okay, Ill write that.
Its a family magazine.JL:Youre welcome for that sound bite.
EW:Thank you.
What am I into?
S.[asks girlfriend again]What do we like?
I have no mind of my own.
I have to refer to my girlfriend.Girlfriend:Uh, disturbing videos on YouTube?JL:Yeah!
Were obsessed with YouTube.Girlfriend:Funny or Die.JL:Funny or Die is great.
I watch Pearl maybe once a day.
