It wasn't Liza Minnelli. It was the woman I loved.
She just kept hitting me in the head with her fists, over, and over and over.
If I wanted to be famous, I could have been famous before.
She was making great money at personal appearances.
If I wanted to be famous, I could have been famous before. I mean, I produced a Frank Sinatra special - Elizabeth Taylor, with Michael Jackson, Gregory Peck, I won't even take a picture.
And she could never give me an answer. And I realized that, you know, I had a problem on my hands.