[on Fred MacMurray] He was pretty much like his son, and there wasn't any kind of pretense, and like I say [for a movie star of his stature], he was an accessible guy, and just very down-to-earth, nothing pretentious about him of the movie stars who lived in Bel-Air. Fred lived in nice Brentwood, but if you see the house, you probably dropped by the My Three Sons (1960) house, you know? {Not] one of these Xanadu mansions or anything, and he was basically a guy from the Midwest, Midwest sensibilities, and even though he was super, super wealthy, just really had modest taste and just really [wanted] to be accepted as your average Joe. I mean, he drove a Pontiac station wagon that happened to be our sponsor, so he wanted to buy a car, that was cool, and his wife would pack a brown-paper-bag lunch . . . Perino's or Chasen's [well-known eateries for Hollywood stars] every day, [he] just wasn't interested.
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