I want you to know that I am at peace with what happened between us. I know that your movie is going to suck and I also know that in 12 years I'm going to work with this kid named Quentin Tarantino who's going to make a film called "Reservoir Dogs" and I'm gonna get to play a guy named Mr. White and I'm going to act opposite Tim Roth and Tim Roth is going to be yelling stuff like "I'm fuckin' dyin' here! I'm fuckin' dyin'!" And I'm going to be in a car with him while he's bleeding and I'm going to hold his hand and make him say "I'm going to be okay" and I'm going to tell him that it can take DAYS to die from a gun shot wound to the belly. Oh, and I'm also going to get to say the line "If you shoot me in A DREAM, you better wake up and apologize." --I'm going to say that line to Michael Madsen. It's gonna be awesome. The stuff of legend. The kids at USC are gonna eat this **** up.
So, as you can see Francis, I am really busy and it's probably best that I QUIT and WASN'T FIRED (Because I TOTALLY said "I quit" BEFORE you said, "You're fired." You know it and I know it and your wife was right there so she knows it, too.) because I have all kinds of rehearsing to do to for this "Reservoir Dogs" flick.
The story of the making of "Apocalypse Now" (captured with raw intensity by Coppola's wife, Eleanor, in her documentary "Hearts of Darkness"), far surpasses that of the film in its depiction of a megalomaniac railing against the forces of nature.