Pat Croce

Oh, well, the deceased Thomas Jones will never know.

And anybody that sees the movie, it's going to be so great, and they're going to be crying and laughing at the end of it that they won't care.

He was actually a tour guide at the Truman Little White House.

And then the real Thomas Jones found me.

And I certainly remember that feeling.

It was like a disgust I felt for myself.

You know, I had come from a fairly poor family in Key West, and I had attended a very exclusive prep school up in western Massachusetts called Deerfield Academy, where I had no business being there.

And so I felt this like sense of just like always needing to exaggerate.

It would be like, oh, I'm going to Paris for winter break.

And I'd be like, oh gosh, you know, Paris is great.

You know, I didn't even know what country it was in.

It was like a daily thing.

Freshman year, someone had a picture of Jimi Hendrix, a poster.

And I remember looking at his name and thinking it looked kind of French.

And I was like, oh, I love,

chai mai hen chai.

And I remember him looking at me and being like, what?

And it was actually very relieving because it took a lot of weight off my shoulders that I didn't have to make every story 10% better.

I didn't have to just, as hard as that was, that was the most important lesson, full stop period of my life.

That means a lot to me.