Don Rickles: And also my dear wife Barbara. She is something else. She was an assistant at GAC when I first met her, and I said, "I'd like to see an agent called Jack Galardi." She said, "What does it regard to?" I said, "I'm a butcher, I have a truck outside, I want to sell meat." And she said, "Being a wiseguy will not get you in to see him." And today she just sits in Malibu on the sand with the jewelry, signalling ships.