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James Roday
James Roday (; born James David Rodriguez; April 4, 1976) is an American actor, director and screenwriter. He starred on the USA Network series Psych as hyper-observant consultant detective and fake psychic Shawn Spencer. 2Early life and education Roday was born in San Antonio, Texas, as James David Rodriguez. He attended Taft High School in San Antonio. His father, Jaime "Jim" Rodriguez, is of Mexican descent, and his mother, Irene Rodriguez, is of English, Irish, and Scottish ancestry. Roday's father is a retired Air Force Master Sergeant and used to be the regional catering manager of Taco Cabana. At New York University's Experimental Theatre Wing, Roday studied theatre and earned a bachelor's degree in fine arts. At the age of 22 he selected the professional name James Roday as there was already another "James Rodriguez" registered in the Screen Actors Guild. 2Career Roday started his acting career starring in various theatrical productions, including Three Sisters, A Respectable Wedding and Severity's Mistress. He took on leading roles in Sexual Perversity in Chicago and Extinction which he produced with his theatre company Red Dog Squadron, for which he also directed the play Greedy and wrote and directed the one-act play Sustenanc
You wanna be hawk-eye or crow's nest?
Ahoy, there! Um, yes. Right. Um, my name is Shawn Spencer. This is my first mate, Hummingbird Saltalamacchia.
Gus: How do you share a Popsicle? Shawn: I take a lick, you take a lick, I take a lick, you take a lick, I take a lick.
It's just stupid, that's all. I mean, if he didn't have any hair then no one had any business calling him Fuzzy Wuzzy."
I can't believe you actually thought that text was from me. It lacked all nuance, my signature mocking tone, and was utterly devoid of emoticons.
Henry: I warned you, Shawn, fire fighters are trouble. I did everything in my power to keep you off of the pole! Shawn: And you succeeded, Dad... in every conceivable way.
Gus: And they don't even have a dalmatian here, Shawn. Shawn: Would you stop with the dalmatians already? Gus: I'm just saying. It would be nice to see one in its natural habitat. Shawn: They're not indigenous to firehouses, Gus.
How can you tell that someone's a compulsive liar? I mean, assuming that their pants aren't on fire.
Shawn: I'm so sorry about this; my assistant makes all my reservations but she's been under heavy medication. She was recently diagnosed with parvo. Hotel Clerk: Isn't that a dog's disease? Shawn: Yes, yes, it is. My assistant is a Golden Retriever, adorable but dim. Her whole keyboard is just three…
Lassiter: Are you in my apartment? Shawn: Please. I haven't snuck into your apartment for weeks. Which reminds me, you're all out of peanut butter.