LP: HBO’ll fuck you. Even when everything seems to be going right, like with Luck? The Dustin Hoffman shit? And then they cancelled it because they kept killing horses! When they canceled Luck, two horses of my heart died. They’re lucky Nick Nolte didn’t die. Once Nick Nolte breaks his leg, you have to shoot him.

KM: When a show is canceled, they should be required to give you a one-hour last episode.

LP: Here’s my thing: if a show is done—if it’s canceled, or if it ends ambiguously—why do people never just tell you, “this is what we figured would happen?” That’s what fucking kills me.

KM: Let me tell you a show I made a mistake of getting too invested in. It was not a good show; but I got too invested. How To Make It In America. And then it ended, and I thanked God quietly.

LP: IF you have nothing left to lose—if Deadwood’s over, if Carnivale’s over—why not show your cards? Even if you don’t know, make it up! You could at least make some more money! If I had to Paypal $5 to the show’s creators to let me know “what happened,” I’d do it in a second.

Actually, Mike and I had this idea that we were going to pitch with me and him as detectives. We just wanted to be detectives who fuck people up but never solve anything and have no idea what’s going on at any time. We’d have a congratulatory drink at the end of every episode, pat each other on the back, when all we really did was just beat up the first person we found.