It wasn't even one of the 100 best films that came out the month it was released, let alone the decade.

You're probably wondering who's writing this script. It's me!

You mean because it was blatantly ripping off an infinitely superior film? (I like De Palma, but that is the only thing this movie has in common with his quality work.)

I submit that it would be impossible to do a one-side of a telephone gag without Newhart's rhythms creeping in. That said, I don't think I did much to obscure it either.

Uh, yeah, I know that Los Angeles has a subway, but it is impossible for me to believe that anybody who lives and works there like Mann, and Cruise, and Foxx, and the producers, and the other writers, actually thinks that people ride on it. The whole point of the story about the dead body is that the subway is…

This is the one where the script was written to take place in New York, and they changed it to Los Angeles, but then left the climax on a subway train, right?

Yeah, even "Frasier" would make that a Niles C-plot.

I do think that society itself changed to the extent that these bedroom farces don't really have the same impact; it's not nudity, per se, but I do think modern audiences would be less interested in a sequence built around, say, "Oh no, if somebody finds my ex-husband alone with me in my bedroom, it will be a scandal!"

Yeah, honestly, the last ten minutes were starting to lose me a bit, but I stuck with it because I was really curious how he could manage to keep these people likeable the further and further they sunk into the deception…

I think the ending is sublimely ridiculous, it's the reason this is my favorite Sturges of all that I've seen.

"while she’ll be able to find another man who can provide for her."