
"I can’t work under these conditions!" Stone shouted at the director, take after God-forsaken take. "Do you have to keep the camera positioned right there under my ass? It makes it hard for to turn around! ... Jesus!"
"It’s his fault," the director shot back, pointing a stinky finger at the far-too-old and far-too-proud owner of the ginormous south “pole" playing the varsity quarterback. "He needs to grab his balls, perform an end-around and get his ass in there!"