I always thought of myself as some sort of athlete until I started playing golf a couple years ago.

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?

What a round of golf that is. I saw him at 8 under and thought he was playing a scramble with Ted Purdy.

I thought he'd be hitting balls Monday morning at the golf course because it's a tough course to finish on and it's a major championship. It would have been totally sportsmanlike for him to come out there and be prepared for whatever happened. If anything, just him being there at the clubhouse and being seen might have affected the way they played on Monday.

People wonder why first-time directors can make a brilliant picture, then suck on the second one. It's because they're a little terrified the first time. So they listen to all the experts around them.

I don't think silicone makes a girl good or bad.