Martin Sheen used to be a babe, back in the old days. His voice even sounded different, not like a today-actor. Something about the diction, dialect… even the cadence.They sounded like something more valuable, once upon a time.   What happened to acting? It stopped feeling like acting.

Charlie: Hey, dad. How’re you feeling?

Martin: Not so good, Charlie, now that you ask.

Charlie: Well, why’s that dad?

Martin: Look at this place, it always smells like orange juice and pissed pants, Charlie. Get me out of here?

Charlie: Dad, you know I can’t do that.

Martin: Why not?

Charlie: There’s no room in Hollywood, not anymore.