I've had this reoccurring dream for the last ten to fifteen years.

I would just stand there puzzled, then realize this would be a great place to make a show.

I like a show to unfold and keep presenting itself, surprising you.

I'm in a situation now, and I have been for ten or fifteen years, where there's no point in my being in a hurry.

I smoke ten to fifteen cigars a day. At my age I have to hold on to something.

I had a dream last night, I was eating a ten pound marshmallow. I woke up this morning and the pillow was gone.