Well, I'm Czech, But Polish, Czech, No

I Knew Rita Hayworth Only Enough To Know That She Was Just A Tender, Sensitive, Beautiful Human Being. A Lovely Person. Very Gentle. She Would Never Stand Up For Her Rights.

Well, I'm Czech, But Polish, Czech, No Matter, It's My Name.

I Already Hated That Gray Suit And Then Having To Go Through Putting On That Wig With A False Front - Again Made Me Feel So Trapped Inside This Person Who Was Desperately Wanting To Break Out Of It But She Was So Caught Up In The Web Of Deception That She Couldn't.

We Only Did Probably Two, Three Takes On Every Scene We Did, At The Most.

The First Time I Was In His Office Was When They Called Me In To Tell Me They Had Changed My Name. I Had A Feeling That If I'd Gone Along With The Name They'd Chosen, I'd Never Be Seen Again. I'd Be Swallowed Up By That Name, Because It Was A False Name: Kit Marlowe.