As a culture I see us as presently deprived of subtleties. The music is loud, the anger is elevated, sex seems lacking in sweetness and privacy.

I heard the other day of a man who paid a psychologist $50 to cure him of an inferiority complex - and later was fined $25 and costs for talking back to a traffic cop.

Though it sold very well, I hated "The Edge."

Incidentally, I'm still looking for acting work, my first love.

I developed several comedy phone calls.

My first job was at a Chicago night club called Mr. Kelly's.

While you're improvising, you may come up with something which will break him up. As soon as that smile comes out, you know that, hey, we're having fun.