Two years ago, Oscar night . Backstage. Catherine O’Hara and I have mere minutes before we walk out to present, and we’re riffing on how to make a funny entrance. She says, “How ‘bout when they introduce us, you go out real fast without waiting for me, and I’ll go—’Hey, wait!’” “Yeah. I like it. Let’s do that,” I say. Ladies and gentlemen, here to present... We enter. Do the bit. Crickets—mostly. To this day, I replay it in my head, feeling like I let her down. Did I not sell it enough? Was I