Milo O'Shea, he's at the bar of an Irish pub, I'm at a table. I tell the waiter to comp his next drink, he motions me to greet him. 'It's an honor meeting you,' I said, 'I very much admired you in Ulysses.'
'Ulysses is it, you wonderful man! I'm so pleased it wasn't Barbarella!'
Christopher Walken, dining alone in the corner of a neighborhood restaurant. Our eyes meet, and he knows he's been had. My friend and I ignore him; he finishes his meal, walks past us, leans down, puts his hand on my shoulder. 'Thank you so much,' he said.
I smiled. 'It wasn't easy!' He gave us the Walken laugh.
'Ulysses is it, you wonderful man! I'm so pleased it wasn't Barbarella!'
Christopher Walken, dining alone in the corner of a neighborhood restaurant. Our eyes meet, and he knows he's been had. My friend and I ignore him; he finishes his meal, walks past us, leans down, puts his hand on my shoulder. 'Thank you so much,' he said.
I smiled. 'It wasn't easy!' He gave us the Walken laugh.
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