How does a man find his calling? How do you know, what you’re doing is right?
I don’t know—you keep at it. I like building things. I like making things. I liked making plates of food. I was a very happy dishwasher. You know, the plates went into the dishwasher dirty and they came out clean every time. And that felt good. I liked making plates of food. There was a sense of accomplishment every time, even if it was the same plate I made a thousand or 10 thousand times. It satisfied me. I liked making our episodes of television. How do you find your calling? For me, I like to create things or be part of the creation of things. Whether it’s a comic book, or a book, or a tv show, or a plate of food. If I just laid in bed all day with a big tube feeding me money, I would not be a happy guy. I need to make stuff. I need a fucking job. I think everybody does.
What exactly is the dynamic here? Is she really supposed to be crazy/pretty? Dangerous? Unstable? Why do they let her do all this to their gear? These are all adults. What is happening here?