They wrote it that my moustache was insured for 13 million.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I got a tooth bust by somebody who decided they didn't like me and I thought the moustache hid a scar on my lip. It's true that people were told facial hair was not appreciated by the British public, but I just decided to keep the moustache.
The story of my very first sale is the fact that I dreamed up a foolproof paper to cheat an insurance company out of several hundred thousand dollars.
I would get my laugh insured! Because my laugh is very important: it's a million dollar laugh, so if my vocal chords make my laugh any different, then I'm going to have to get insured.
Who's paying the million bucks? The insurance company. We've been trying for years to get the insurance industry to say to the gun industry, We won't insure you unless you have policies that will reduce the likelihood of guns falling into the wrong hands easily.
My wife bought an extra life insurance policy on me.
I wanted to become an actor so I didn't have to put on a suit and sell insurance.
My insurance provider probably wouldn't allow me to go into a mosh pit anymore. My brain is insured by Lloyd's of London, you know what I'm saying?
I've spent my career fighting the worst practices of insurance companies.
We took the insurance companies out of the driver's seat.
Every time I get photographed, it's the legs. So I've insured them for a lot, for £5 million each. Is that enough?