Scene: 57th & 6th, Manhattan
I'm walking toward my wife's job when I spot a man in the distance.
"I know that guy," I think to myself, "why do I know that guy?"
The man in question is an older guy with a very thick beard. I can hear him speaking on his cell phone loudly in Russian. I don't know anyone who speaks Russian, how the hell do I know this guy?
Suddenly it hits me, that's John Malkovich. One of my all time favorite actors, I just didn't notice right away because he doesn't look very "Hollywood" at the moment.
I don't want to bother him while he's on his cell phone, so as we approach each other I take a momentary pause in his conversation to say to him:
"Hi, I just wanted to say that I love ALL of your movies."
I know pretty stupid, right? But what the fuck do you want from me? I had like three seconds to think.
I keep walking and turn my head to look back at the man who has provided me and my friends with quote after quote at every poker game I've ever played.
John Malkovich turns to me, smiles, and in the most genuine voice says, "Thank you, very much."
To me, that's much better than a stupid autograph.
MOVIE LINE OF THE DAY:
"That Ace could not have helped you." -Rounders