Look, Sammy, I know you've been my agent for almost 15 years now,
and, yes, you've done an awesome job!
You got me that series with Paul Reiser and Steve Guttenberg about two Jews
running a farm, Hebrew
Hoe-Down, and I loved playing the wise-cracking Amish neighbor. And I
was truly devastated when the show was cancelled in the middle of the second
But, Sammy, in the last five years all you've gotten me is the actor portrayal
of the guy with gout whose life is turned around after he asks his doctor about
Jobomin! All I ever get to say is "With Jobomin, Gout is Gone!"
What do you mean "get used to it?" Why?
You mean to tell me I'm typecast forever as the actor
in the actor portrayal who has gout?
But I am an act-or, Sammy! I can act any disease you want including a full range of phobias, especially fear of being an unemployed actor!
What's that? Nobody will accept me in any other role ever again? People will lose faith
in Jobomin if they see me playing
golf with Arnold Palmer or singing “tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow?”
with my last dying gasp to a baby?
How do you know this? All those actors tried it, you say? Took roles
unrelated to their actor portrayals, you say? Out of the business now, you say?
But I played Hamlet in college! I
electrified them with "To be or not to be!"
Better get used to electrifying them with "If you can
handle the vomiting, sexual dysfunction, and high probability of painful hemmorhoids,
Jobomin may be right for you?"
Hey, I heard there's a Jennifer Love Hewitt project that's ...
nobody will ever buy me in a love scene with Jennifer Love Hewitt? Unless
she's comforting me about my gout? Well, how about with somebody
flat-chested then? Damn!
A cop show? Maybe as a corpse, you say? As long as he had
I can't believe this! Look, Sammy,
I'm not asking for Broadway. I'm not asking you to get me into Hamilton!
Umm ... could you get me into Hamilton?
Only if they write in a character who has gout and goes to an 18th century
physician and instead of leaches gets Jobomin?
This is terrible! I can't spend my life only playing guys who
have gout. I can't keep saying over and over "Ask your doctor if Jobomin
is right for him, let alone you."
Hey, what if they bring back My Mother the Car?
As the radiator, you say? And no gout necessary?
Well, one can always hope.