A short breakfast with Scott Raab from Esquire and Jerry Seinfeld ends up with some pretty great lines. I mean is the kind of conversation when you already know the other person and some words just fit perfectly without any other silly explanations.
Here are just a few:
on celebrity, being a burden or not
Celebrity is no different from any other energy. It’s a force for good or evil. It’s no different from money. It’s power.
The first time you get stopped by a cop for speeding—and in your side-view mirror you see this guy coming up to the car and he’s got this look on his face like I’m going to take this guy to town—and as soon as he sees your face he bursts into a big smile, you don’t complain about celebrity anymore.
on how things go around these days on the internet
Everyone knows everything.
“Did you hear who died?” Of course I know who died. Everybody knows who died. This is what a good idea does. Here’s how a good idea works.
on what is like to do his kind of work (or any other kind that only looks one way, but always is about so much more. kids these days should take notes)
it’s not easy and you got to make it look easy. And you’ve got to work hard.
It’s always got to look easy.
Number one, it’s got to look easy.
on “what the fuck should i do with my life” (taking notes on motivation)
“I don’t know whether to be a comedian or a writer.” He says, “Well, you’re a writer.”
Somebody came up and said, “I’ve been thinking about doing some acting.” He says, “You’ll never make it […]”
on being a sports fan (or any other fan for that matter)
The peak of being a fan is a hotdog and a beer and a seat at the game. There’s nothing above that. Nothing above it.
Read the whole thing, the last lines are the perfect end for a conversation like this one right here.
“That’s man at his best.” he says, talking about hair and manhood. Even though you can see that he’s getting old, you can’t read anything on his face about him trying to cover it up.