I had a dream where I was in a movie, driving a big convertible, with Brad Pitt as the passenger, and George Clooney was supposed to jump in the back and didn't do a good job. George was directing too, and we were all laughing like buddies do, givin' each other the finger, friendly insults hurled as we were enjoyin' the work and the company...
And I woke up. Dammit. I wanted to know what happened next.
George and Brad are real cool guys, by the way, just like you'd expect them to be.