I don't have a bad relationship. I'm 48 years old. I think life is too short for that. To me life is... you open the shutters you see the dogs outside you look left you look right in what a second and a half? And that's a life.
I have this absurd syndrome where I get these out-of-the-blue, pathetic panic attacks. It'll be in a very easy, simple scene when everything is going swimmingly, and then suddenly, bang, I'm shvitzing and can't remember my lines.
