Some time in the eighties, Shelley Winters became disgusted with what she called "baby casting directors." She was talking about folks who were in charge of hiring actors but were too young to know who she was.
She began carrying a large, oversized purse to auditions. One day, a youthful-looking Director of Casting welcomed her into his office, then said, "Your credits escape me at the moment. Could you tell me a little about what you've done?"
Ms. Winters reached into the bag, pulled out an Academy Award and banged it down on the desk. "This one was for The Diary of Anne Frank," she announced. Then she pulled another Oscar from the purse, slammed it down next to the first one and added, "And this one was for A Patch of Blue. I left the nominations at home."
Then she turned to the stunned casting director and said, "Now, could you tell me a little about what you've done?"