It’s a great place to grow up [Los Angeles] as a creator because there’s
no intellectual hierarchy. I remember going to a party in New York about
35 years ago. They all called me Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon. I said,
“You, ma’am, your name and phone number? And you, sir, your phone number?
And you, sir?” And they said, “Why are you taking our phone numbers?” I
said, “Because the night we land on the moon, you’re going to get called.”
I was in London when we did. I called three of them, and when they
answered I said, “Stupid son of a bitch,” and hung up.