Last time I was in London, I visited Number 5, Bruton Street, which is the address I gave to Violet Bridgerton, the matriarch of the Bridgerton clan in my novels. It was a bit disconcerting to learn that it's actually a pub.
I had a problem with cops pulling me over all the time for speeding. When I was doing Hill Street Blues, the cops said how much they loved the show as they were writing me up; meanwhile my insurance went through the roof.
I was born in D.C. on 8th Street. I know what's up. I know what time it is. I used to hang out in Brooklyn and in the Bronx as a teenager. I know what the real world is like.
In 1986, I was attacked in the street as I helped Neil Mullarkey from the Comedy Store Players to put up posters. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time - midnight - and we were English. I got kicked in the head.
I tend not to spend a lot of time looking in the rearview mirror. If you say, 'Oh, I did 'Hill Street Blues' or 'L.A. Law' and everything I do has to measure up to some preconceived notion of that,' it would paralyze you.
When I walk down the street, it's not like people feel like they're seeing some big star. It's like someone they've known for a long time, someone that they feel comfortable with.
Franklin D. Roosevelt was fortunate: He didn't take office until nearly four years after the Wall Street crash, by which time the Republicans' responsibility for the Depression was taken for granted.
Whether a plane to Singapore, a subway in Manhattan, or the streets of Cincinnati, I search for meaningful conversation wherever I may travel. Without it, I believe we lose the ability to not only understand others, but more importantly, ourselves.
John Milton: Law is the ultimate backstage pass. There are now more students in law schools than lawyers walking the streets.
Michael: Where's the playground? Elliot: It's near the preschool! Michael: Where's that? Elliot: I don't know streets! Mom always drives me! Michael: Son of a bitch.
[a giant marshmallow man crashes through the streets of New York] Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, there's something you don't see every day.
Enid: [a busty young blonde woman is walking down the street in their direction] What about her? Are you into girls with big tits? Seymour: Jesus!
Nadi: [to Massoud, in Farsi] I didn't come to America to live and walk the streets like a filthy Arab! I came to America to LIVE!
Harry: [after shooting many men he drops the gun down on the street] There... All done... Finished.
Gilbert: [wearing a deerstalker and brandishing a calabash pipe] Let's marshal the facts over a pipeful of Baker Street shag.
Mr. Shellhammer: But... but maybe he's only a little crazy like painters or composers or... or some of those men in Washington.
[referring to his epileptic cousin Teresa] Johnny Boy: I always wondered what happens when she comes. Does she have a fit?
Joey 'Clams' Scala: [the cops have broken up the fight, taken a bribe, and left the bar] This is the drink we never had before.
Johnny Boy: [Charlie hits him] You two-faced, dirty fucking bastard! Don't you ever hit me again!
Nancy: Ok, here's what we're going to do. Glen Lantz: It's dark in here. Nancy: But it's not what you're thinking.
Rod Lane: [to Tina] Guys can have nightmares too ya know. Ya ain't got a corner on the market or somethin'.
