[on
Walter Brennan] What a bastard Brennan was. We were there five years, and he thought my name was Phil, and he thought I was gentile. He was always confiding in me. He'd say, 'You know, Phil, a n****r smells bad because they got poison in their pores and you can't get it out.' He also told me, 'Phil, I can tell a Jew by their back. Their back ain't round like ours. It's straight down.'.