The springtime sun was shining when I entered the room, and Conan was standing by the window in his study, surveying his vast ostrich ranch in the rugged hills of El Segundo. I had urgent news. “Conan,” I said, “it’s all settled. The Burbank Syndicate is buying off your contract. It’s quite a substantial sum, and most importantly, you’re free! You don’t have to do this anymore! It couldn’t have worked out better!”
Andy Richter’s account of Conan going to TBS in this month’s GQ is quite a bit different than Bill Carter’s, but I mean, who are you going to believe? Andy was there, man. Here’s how it starts:
