You're chicken-shit. Why are you chicken-shit? I'll tell you why. But only if you ask real, real nice.

I made the coat for Robert Mitchum, I know that for sure. I don't recall the name of the movie it was for, that's all. Sheesh. Making the coat was just making a coat. Custom fit, sure, but that's no big deal.

Lorenzo Lamas and his wife were in my Birthing class; now, that was something to get excited about. That was a big deal.

And you're still chicken-shit.