I don't know why I kill myself staying up all night. And then I eat and drink while I play poker, and I'm supposed to be on a diet. I can't stay on a diet for the life of me. The doctor gave me some of those diet pills—the safe ones, not the ones that kill you, I hope. The first time I took them, I was in Denver for something. I forget what. Anyway, it was filled with these tiny granules, see? And I could feel the little buggers going off inside.
Interview with Roger Ebert