I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Trying to conceal the fact that I was a gay, effeminate, hyperactive, adopted child with a serious lisp in southern Louisiana would have been like trying to hide Dolly Parton in a string bikini!
Guys who get nominated are guys that talk with a lisp or walk with one leg, or have been hit in the head one too many times, and don't have any parents. And that's great. That's very flashy. And you'll win an Oscar.
There's nothing wrong with a lisp.