John Lithgow

And I would say, it's a what?

It's a what?

I thought you would get this.

It's a hippo.

And I'd say, oh, you got it.

It's a hippo.

And then I would sing the great hippo song, Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud by Flanders and Swan.

It was just giving them this wonderful time.

And in the case of orchestra concerts, giving them a great experience in a concert hall and a great first look at an orchestra.

No, no.

Well, I have an indispensable assistant, but unfortunately she's in L.A.

and I'm in New York, so everything is done online.

I just – I'm always bursting with projects.

Far more than half of them I never complete, but bright ideas that just sort of light me up and I have to try them.

My brother describes me as that silver dome that you put your hand on in physics class in high school when the static makes your hair stick out on end.

He said, that's you.

You're just full of ideas all the time.

It never stops.

Some of it is the kind of fear that I don't have anything else to do, that nobody will hire me to act.

It's like let me fill up my time with something creative.