It was a different planet in 1967, the Broadway theatre. It had a little ashtray clamped to the back of every seat and the author got 10% of the gross.
Let's try and create scenes that are about something. . . About something deeper than this ashtray.
Grab something off the shelf that's on the spaceship-an ashtray, it doesn't matter what. Because I can tell you, if they flew here from another galaxy, no matter what you've pulled off the shelf, it'll be unlike anything we have on Earth.
I think an ashtray is the most fantastically real thing.
I smoke wherever there's an ashtray.
Whatever cleaning goes on on the planet, women do 99% of it. But see, women are not as proud of their 99% as men are of our one! We clean something up, we're gonna talk about it all year long. It might be on the news, you don't know. A woman could be out re-paving the driveway. Men actually have enough gall to walk out onto the porch and go Hey baby? Man, it's hot as hell out here! Look, don't worry about emptyin' that ashtray in the den, I done got it, all right? Did it for you, sweet pea. I'm gonna take a nap now.
I have a soft spot for Joe Biden. I like him. But he’s dumb as an ashtray.
I simply cannot imagine why anyone would eat something slimy served in an ashtray.
Hands, matches, an ashtray. A ritual beautiful and bitter.
In an artwork you're always looking for artistic decisions, so an ashtray is perfect. An ashtray has got life and death.
Writing a play is like smashing that [glass] ashtray, filming it in slow motion, and then running the film in reverse, so that the fragments of rubble appear to fly together. You start - or at least I start - with the rubble.