In other words...you can't be a misogynist and expect women to appreciate you. [On trying to live a long life]: If I live to be a hundred -- and I hope I do -- I won't have time to read all the books I want to read, or talk to the people I want to know. Not party talk. That's a waste of time. Real talk. [On playing the role of on-screen uncle as he played the role of a real-life father]: This is the type of show I love, because it reminds me of what happiness I have with my wife and our children. [Who became very antsy about the car that was needed in every script]: I don't pay any attention. The stunt people take care of all that. All I do is get in and out of the Coyote [the car Skid drove, which required anyone riding in it to enter and exit through the window], which is no mean trick. You can't get into the S.O.B. without bending yourself into a pretzel. Me, I'd rather drive a pickup. The only attraction is the time. I work just 70 days a year on the show. I can still make two, three movies a year if I want to. If it were "Bonanza" (1959), walking around the Ponderosa, tied up nearly all year, no-o-o chance. That's a fate worse than death. I never gave a hoot, I just took what came along.