When asked, in rehearsal (Twelve Angry Men) "...so, if we feel we're losing them, lost them, how then as actors should we treat the audience?'' To which Harold Pinter replies, "Fuck the audience!" Amidst laughter and guffaws I interject, somewhat aghast, "Seriously Harold?" "Yes, fuck them. We know what we're doing here. We've worked hard on telling this story, our story, and if they don't like it, then fuck them." Quality.
