I know how he feels. Sometimes I can’t have a normal conversation with the voices in my head either. Too many people around.
Mr. Scorsese, could I have your autograph–from 1986?
“I got a great idea. Why don’t we change the name of this movie to something that makes sense like….The Wolf of Wall Steet?”
It’s WOLD you whippersnapper. They play all the hits from the thirties
Maybe it’s sort of like The Cotswolds in the UK?
He doesn’t want to hear the BS going on there, either . . .
Siri, why do I pretend I have a phone in both hands?
two invisible iphones
“La la la la, I can’t hear you.”
Quiet! He’s channeling Sam Peckinpah!
serenity now…serenity now…serenity now
“So back in the day, the soon-to-be boss, the capo de tutti capi himself, Sam Giancana, gives me a nickname because my ears stuck out a bit. He started calling me “Flaps.” Flaps Scorsese. That was me.”
It’s like he and Woody Allen are having a shrinking contest.
Martin, it’s the guy next to you that has on the headphones, not you
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