Noises Off...1992

Lloyd Fellowes:
Tim, let me tell you about my life in the big apple. I've got Hamlet's ghost on the phone for an hour every night complaining that Polonius is sucking sourballs through his speeches. Gertrude is off every afternoon doing a soap, and Claudius is off doing a commercial for Gallo wine. Hamlet himself, would you believe, has come down with a psychological problem. Now Brooke rings me to say she's very unhappy here and she's got herself a doctor's certificate for nervous exhaustion. I haven't got the time to find and rehearse a new Vicky. I have just one afternoon, while Hamlet sees his shrink and Ophelia starts divorce proceedings, to cure Brooke of her nervous exhaustion with a little whiskey... you've got the whiskey, some flowers... you've got money for the flowers, and a certain fading bedside manner. So I haven't come to the theater to hear about other people's probelms. I've come to be taken out of myself, and preferably not put back again.