I Never Said, 'mmmmmm, You Dirty Rat!

I Never Had The Slightest Difficulty With A Fellow Actor. Not Until One, Two, Three. In That Picture, Horst Buchholz Tried All Sorts Of Scene-stealing Didoes. I Came Close To Knocking Him On His Ass.

My Childhood Was Surrounded By Trouble, Illness, And My Dad's Alcoholism, But As I Said, We Just Didn't Have The Time To Be Impressed By All Those Misfortunes. I Have An Idea That The Irish Possess A Built-in Don't-give-a-damn That Helps Them Through All The Stress.

New Orleans Is 5 Feet Below Sea Level, Which Means That Holes Dug In The Ground Immediately Fill With Water. Coffins Were Punctured And Sunk With Weights, Which Didn't Stop Them From Floating Up Out Of The Cemeteries And Down The Streets Of The French Quarter On Stormy Nights. The Solution Was To Bury People Above Ground, In What Are Called Vaults.

The Postman Always Ringstwice.

I Never Said, 'mmmmmm, You Dirty Rat!