Nick Masopust

“Despite having a demanding, not-in-any-way routine job at SNL, I've still felt desperate to do a dozen other projects on the side, like writing screenplays and pilots, performing stand-up every off week, submitting pieces for The New Yorker, acting in movies and commercials, rewriting movies and commercials, and now writing a book. *

*Which has turned out to be the most creatively satisfying and least financially rewarding of all these pursuits.”
― Colin Jost, A Very Punchable Face

“O'Donnell's questions began at 11:55 a.m.

"Good morning, sir. I'm Pierce O'Donnell, attorney for Manuela Herzer. It's a privilege to meet you. How are you today?"

"Fine. I'm fine," Sumner responded.

"I want to ask you some questions. Who is Manuela Herzer?"

Sumner didn't answer.

The interpreter suggested he ask again and speak more slowly.

"Who is Manuela Herzer?" O'Donnell repeated.

"She is...," Sumner began, then paused. "Manuela is a fucking bitch."

It was downhill from there. The much-anticipated deposition was over in eighteen minutes.”
― Rachel Abrams, Unscripted: The Epic Battle for a Media Empire and the Redstone Family Legacy

“The people fleeing in 2001 did not face oily smoke from the burning garage on the lower floors, as those in 1993 had. And the tenants had the advantage of the stairwell improvements made by the Port Authority. As a result, in less than an hour's time, thousands of people, including many who had stared at their fingernails during fire drills, had successfully climbed down the stairs. That was the good news. Now they had to be routed down the escalators from the mezzanine to the lobby, and to do that, they had to get past the windows that looked out onto the plaza. The view froze many of them. The stairs had been windowless, the roaring fires unseen, the anxiety powerful but lacking shape. Now the evacuees found that however terrible the pictures playing in their heads on the way down may have been, the reality on the plaza turned out to be worse. Charred body parts. Shoes. Pieces of plane. Flaming debris. Luggage. A windowpane covered in blood. Red garments that looked as if they had been quickly discarded. In fact, they were what was left of people from the upper floors of the north tower. The impact on the evacuees was palpable. Some gasped. Cops at the top of the escalators thought they could see panic in their faces.”
― Jim Dwyer, 102 Minutes: The Untold Story of the Fight to Survive Inside the Twin Towers

“The catastrophe could be seen for miles with the naked eye, across oceans and continents on television. To rescuers at the very base of the towers, the fires appeared to be in another world. They blazed so far beyond them, 1,000 vertical feet in the north tower, 800 in the south, they might have been looking at the light from distant, dying stars.”
― Jim Dwyer, 102 Minutes: The Untold Story of the Fight to Survive Inside the Twin Towers