About two months later I got a phone call ... This beer-guzzling type guy said Ed wants you, and then he proceeded to tell me what the thing was. "You're layin' in this coffin, you got nothin' on ..." I was stunned, and all I could say was. "You know, I can't walk." He said, "That don't matter, you can still sit up, can't ya?" He said, "You ain't got nothin' on, you're in this coffin, and you sit up." I think my jaw was hanging open. He said, "Yeah, and this guy jumps on you, he says, 'Aaarooow!'" ... So anyway I told him I wasn't interested. "Miss Garbo isn't working, I think she can probably sit up better than I can."