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An actor entering through the door, you've got nothing. But if he enters through the window, you've got a situation.
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As quoted in The Bright Side of Billy Wilder, Primarily (1970) by Tom Wood, p. 20

 

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When all of the sudden there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was a matter.
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Well, I couldn't do that; 'twas my father's place.
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