As Nicholson began telling everyone about his latest movie, “The
Last Detail,” which would be released in a few months, the phone
rang and my grandfather, never one to have his lunch or a good
story interrupted, asked me to answer it.
I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone.
“Is Mr. Marx in?”, the voice at the other end said.
“Who’s calling?” I asked.
“I work at the NBC storage warehouse in Englewood Cliifs, New
Jersey,” the man said. “We’ve got several boxes of 16mm reels of
film from ‘You Bet Your Life’ and we were wondering if Mr. Marx
wants any of it. If not, we’re going to destroy all of it