Quote by Vincent D'Onofrio

At our best, it's a good experience but we do 22 episodes a year, so there are some clunkers.


At our best, it's a good experience but we do 22 episodes a

Summary

This quote highlights the mixed nature of the creative process in making television shows. It suggests that at times, the quality of their work can be exceptionally good, providing a positive experience. However, due to the high production output of 22 episodes per year, there are bound to be episodes that are subpar or not up to the same standard. The quote acknowledges that while the overall experience may be positive, there are inevitably moments that fall short in terms of quality.

By Vincent D'Onofrio
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