“Larry: My sketches would do very well at the read-through, and then they would invariably get cut, week after week after week. I thought they were funny. They got good laughs from everybody, and the writers really liked them.

Howard: It’s embarrassing.

Larry: Yeah. And then one night, before the show, another sketch of mine was cut, at 11: 25, five minutes before the show was to start. I’d had enough. So Dick was sitting in the chair—you know, that director’s chair—and he had headphones on, and I marched over to him. I said, “This fucking show stinks! It stinks! It’s shit! I’m done! I’m gone! Fuck this, I’m out!'”