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81 " After Chloe had had enough and hung up (or killed herself ), Tommy busted out some English audiotape course he’d purchased. "
― Greg Sestero , The Disaster Artist: My Life Inside The Room, the Greatest Bad Movie Ever Made
82 " Corey himself was irritable and cranky in the way that only old men can pull off and make adorable. "
83 " You just have to do your best," I said."No, I'm sorry, young man. May I correct you? You have to do more than that. You have to be the best. "
84 " Eric’s greatest battle was trying to convince Tommy to lose the scene in which Johnny bares his naked ass. Eric’s reasoning: The shot scared his wife. Tommy refused. "
85 " I need to do it,” he told me. “I have to show my ass or this movie won’t sell.” Yes, Tommy dedicated an entire scene to his ass. "
86 " I felt like I'd just asked a child what he wanted to be when he grew up. And a child had answered me, honestly, with no adult filter telling him what was and wasn't possible."Your own planet," I said. I wanted to laugh but couldn't. In fact, I had goose bumps. This man sitting in front of me had no detectable talent, did everything wrong, wasn't comfortable saying how old he was or where he was from, and seemed to take an hour to learn what most people picked up in five seconds. Still, for that moment I believed him. I believed he could have his own planet."Yeah," he said, looking up. "I see this big thing and big light and big events with stores and hotel and movie. All these things all together. It will be spectacular." He reached for his glass of hot water but hesitated before lifting it to his mouth. Tommy peered at me from beneath his large protruding brow. "And you can live in my planet, if you decide. Maybe I let you stay for little while."What did I think of living on Tommy's planet? I wasn't sure. What I was sure of was that Tommy had something I'd never seen in anyone else: a blind and unhinged and totally unfounded ambition. He was so out of touch, so lacking self-awareness, yet also weirdly captivating. That night there was this aura around Tommy—an aura of the possible. Stick with him, I thought, and something would happen, even if I had no idea what that something might be. Maybe that was it: Tommy made me listen to the right voices in my head. This big, childish vision of his—what was it if not every actor's secret dream? "
