If I know all the words to a song—or even if I know just two of them—I will sing those as loud as possible. And my wife is like, 'Could you please stop that?' Because I sing really loud. It’s not like I’m in the corner going [affects self-consciously quiet singing voice] 'la la la la la.' I’m fucking going crazy, you know? Spit is flying all over the windshield and on the steering wheel and all that good stuff. My guilty-pleasure song? Probably Miley Cyrus, ‘Party in the U.S.A.’ Because it’s so good. But it’s Miley Cyrus. So…you know? Especially that part where she’s singing, ‘I got my Britney song on! Turn it up!’ I’m over here going, ‘Yeah Britney!'