There’s a gate, a little beeper, a guy that comes if you press the beeper. When my car failed to start after one of our sessions, I called my wife to come get me and Robin volunteered himself, his publicist and his gardener to push the car out of the way until a tow truck arrived. Those people don’t come back for seconds. I don’t like being pushed around or taken advantage of. One night, I did that with Terry Gilliam. I created this ax murderer, a character he said was really frightening but hilarious. They used to call me Magic Jordan. My first car had a license plate with Magic Jordan on it. It was a 1976 Grand Prix. Often he parried with rehearsed answers, but we spent enough time together that we entered genuinely fresh territory.