Another starfucker dream...
I was playing opposite Robert De Niro in a spy thriller and it was a grueling day's work on a location shoot in shit weather. A grip or runner called the great one an old fart and I defended Mister De Niro by cautiously walking up to the young clown, putting up my dukes like a 19th century woodcut figure and uttering, "If you keep up that malicious tone young man, I shall have to hit you. You have a violent and dangerous tongue!".
The guy laughed, so I struck and to my complete surprise knocked the bastard out cold.
Robert De Niro, replete with grizzled grey beard and rheumy eyes shuffled over and said, "You really didn't have to do that", to which I replied that, "In fact, I did. For no man nor woman shall have their dignity lowered in my presence".
And then it occurred to me, so I blurted out, "Fuck! I'm working with ROBERT DE NIRO!".
He looked back at me as if thunderstruck by an epiphany.
His eyes went wider than mine and he yelled, "Fuck! I'm working with -!"
And then I woke up.
This one's for you, Bobby Milk.
Remembering Goodfellas.
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