All Parties Are Good.

Disneyland. The World's Biggest People Trap, Built By A Mouse.

We're Creating A Tv Show Of Scrooge, Starring Jamie Farr, With Buddy Hackett As Scrooge. We're Shooting In This Victorian Set For Weeks, And Hackett Is Pissed All The Time, Angry That He's Not The Center Of Attention, And Finally We Get To The Scene Where We've Gotta Shoot Him At The Window, Saying, "go Get My Boots," Or Whatever. The Set Is Stocked With Victorian Extras And Little Children In Oliver Kind Of Outfits, And The Director Says, "all Right, Bud - Just Give It Whatever You Want." And Hackett Goes Off On A Rant. Unbelievably Obscene.

My Iphone Has 2 Million Times The Storage Of The 1969 Apollo 11 Computer. They Went To The Moon. I Throw Birds At Pig Houses

The Truth Is, Anybody That Becomes Famous Is An Ass For A Year And A Half. You've Got To Give Them A Year And A Half, Two Years. They Are Getting So Much Smoke Blown, And Their Whole World Gets So Turned Upside Down, Their Responses Become Distorted. I Give Everybody A Year Or Two To Pull It Together Because, When It First Happens, I Know How It Is.

All Of Us Kids Ended Up 'doing Mom.' There Are Four Of Us Who've Tried Show Business. Five If You Insist On Counting My Sister The Nun, Who Does Liturgical Dance.