All I could feel was this warm liquid running down my neck. You automatically think it’s blood, it’s all in split seconds, so I decided to say I didn’t agree with him.
I think the thing I had going for me is a good pedigree and joke-writing ability. But a good pedigree, for the audience, doesn’t matter past the first 90 seconds.
I love my accent, I thought it was useful in Gone In 60 Seconds because the standard villain is upper class or Cockney. My Northern accent would be an odd clash opposite Nic Cage.
The Final Jeopardy! questions seem to be, by design, things you can’t know. And so it’s not about who knows them, but who can figure them out in thirty seconds.
