("Let's stand under a tree," she said. "Why?" "Because it's nicer. " "Maybe you should sit on a chair, and I'll stand above you, like they always do with husbands and wives. " "That's stupid. " "Why's it stupid?" "Because we're not married. " "Should we hold hands?" "We can't. " "But why?" "Because, people will know. " "Know what?" "About us. " "So what if they know?" "It's better when it's a secret. " "Why?" "So no one can take it from us. ")
By my third year of Law and Order, I was climbing the walls. But you don't leave a hit show, especially when you have a five-year contract.