Let's hope so. Brings new meaning to 'cracker ass'.

Yep. That's no typo. The person who told me arranged it. I literally repeated 'A day?! Really? A DAY?!' to her about 10 times because I just couldn't wrap my head around it.

Okay, I'm calling it - hearing trumpets are next!

Also, 'native cheese'. I'm dying. I died.

Ha ha ha!!! He CHEESE-TED on Philly!

WAT?! Can't stop laughing!

Don't tell me any more, he grates on me enough as it is.

Emmental, that fucker. (Worked with him once. Never again.)

CHEESE AND HAM. A big-budget Lifetime movie. Next!

You're right, I'm remembering it wrong - I believe he said if he'd taken this course he wouldn't have needed to spend 4 years in film school, or something along those lines.

Become creative producers, instead. Join a writing class and keep your ears open for a student who can write good dialogue. Pay them to write the screenplay - a set fee, no points, two-month deadline, you retain all rights once it's complete (get a lawyer to draught contracts). Copyright it. If it's good, you'll have…

And now they're taking our jobs!

Me too. All the charity work in the world won't square that circle.

Brad Pitt's hair stylist gets $30,000 a day. True story.

"only to make a fool of Kim Gordon"

Yeah, that's fair. You're probably right.

He completely won me over with his amazing performances in Killer Joe, Mud, Magic Mike and DBC... and then he ruined it all with that crazy, self-aggrandizing Oscar speech. It's even turning me off True Detective. Once a douche, always a douche, I guess.

Years ago, before she was Hollywood, she used to buy clothes from my friend's shop in Manchester. The shop was a real rock n'roll hippy place (this was the 90s, when that was cool) called Electric Ladyland. She's always been a bit of a hippy/BAMF (and nice as pie with it).

"I respectfully disagree with your opinion that the 'cockpit,' (we now call it the flight deck as no cocks are required), is no place for a lady. In fact, there are no places that are not for ladies anymore."