In terms of language, yeah we get bleeped and blurred and things, but in terms of content, I would probably say we’re getting away with more here than we could get away with in Britain. And that surprised us so much!

My ambition was to stop waiting tables. That was how I measured success: finally, I was able to stop waiting tables, and I was able to pay the rent, and that was by being a stand-up comic. Not a very good stand-up comic, but good enough to make a living.

In terms of language, yeah we get bleeped and blurred and things, but in terms of content, I would probably say we’re getting away with more here than we could get away with in Britain. And that surprised us so much!

I was a failed actor but I still wanted to show off, so I ended up doing live comedy.

I bet Maurice Gibb’s heart monitor was singing the tune of Stayin’ Alive.

Basically, I’m a really bad interviewer. I love meeting celebrities, but then I get a bit bored. Once you meet them you thing, ‘really, what an ordinary person’.

The people I want are very famous and very rich, and all I can offer them is a bit of exposure on TV and a bit of cash, so it’s a miracle we get any guests at all. But we have been very lucky.

The only people who are desperate to go on the show are people we’re desperate not to have on the show.

I don’t think I’ve got bad taste. I’ve got no taste.

All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I’m relatively available, but not to live with.

My mobile rang around lunchtime one day, and it was George Michael. He wanted to come in on Friday. We were like, ‘okay, if that’s what you want’. And he was a very good guest. That’s a real exception to the rule.