Dream, late AM.
"Francis Coppola, line 1, sir."
I grab the phone and start speed-gushing like a fan in brown-nose mode: "wow! i just saw some of your early stuff again
this week! who's that knocking at my door and mean streets and it was like
sooo cool man! and on top of all that i get the warm glow of childhood memory of the old neighborhood..."
"Uh... Marty Scorsese did those, actually."