One night I went over to get some dope from some Hollywood tough guy. After I left, my son Scott, who was only fifteen, went over with a baseball bat to kill him. I was laughing out of one eye and crying out of the other. I thought, Who am I kidding?

To get over my divorce, I got a prescription to live at the Playboy Mansion for a while.

One night I went over to get some dope from some Hollywood tough guy. After I left, my son Scott, who was only fifteen, went over with a baseball bat to kill him. I was laughing out of one eye and crying out of the other. I thought, Who am I kidding?

I won't mention names, but in my career, the most talented people invariably are the easiest and nicest to get along with.

I'm here instead of having shoulder surgery. But I'm not sure which is more painful.

It's a very charming movie about the mob - a real stretch for me.

Unless I love something or hate it, I don't want to deal with it.