If It Starts To Drag On Set,

I'm Over The Oscar Thing. I Feel That If You Really Want An Oscar, You're In Trouble. It's Like Wanting To Be Married - You'll Take Anybody. If You Want The Oscar Really Badly, It Becomes A Naked Desire And Ambition. It Becomes Very Unattractive. I've Seen It.

I Was At The New York Film Critics Circle Awards One Year - They Called Me Up When Somebody Canceled Two Days Before The Thing, And Asked Me To Present Some Awards. So I Went, And One Of The Funniest Film Moments I've Ever Had Was When They Introduced The New York Film Critics. They All Stood Up - Motley Isn't The Word For That Group. Everybody Had Some Sort Of Vision Problem, Some Sort Of Damage - I Had To Bury Myself In My Napkin.

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.

Yeah, I Think That's Sort Of The American Way. And It's Also The Polish Way, It Turns Out.

I Have A Brother Who Gives Socks For Christmas. He Gives Socks. Every Year, I Get A Pair Of Socks From Him.