It's Not Your Word That Matters, It's

Today's Work, I Don't Know It Just Doesn't Make Sense, A Lot Of It. It's Just Guns And Sex And More Guns And More Sex. You Say To Yourself, When The Hell Are You Gonna Get Down To The Nitty-gritty And Do Something Good So People Can Be Entertained? I Mean If They Call This Entertainment.

I Like To Keep At My Craft. I Like To Keep Reading Scripts, Whether I'm In It Or Not Because Of The Fact That What Would I Do In A Certain Case? How Would This Happen Or How Would That Go? I Like To Keep Working With My Mind, So When I Do Perform I Have Something To Perform With, And It's Not Just Like Trying On New Clothes. You're Trying On A Suit, But You Know Where The Heck The Pants Go.

I Think We All Have The Urge To Be A Clown, Whether We Know It Or Not.

You Got To Keep Your Hand In Your Craft, Otherwise You Can Rot At The Roots And First Thing You Know, You Got Nothing.

Every Time You Play One Old-time Picture Along With Today's Kind Of Work, And They Throw In The Computers And The Guns And The This And The That And The God-almighty, It Gets To Be A Hassle And You Wonder Who The Hell's Doing What!