A Cesspool

“Eddie Murphy recalled his last conversation with Sylvester Stallone – they haven’t spoken since:

“He thought I fucked his wife. He heard the rumor that me and Brigitte [Nielsen] behaved less than professionally together (while making Beverly Hills Cop II), and he believed it. He came after me and said, ‘YOU FUCKED MY WIFE!’ I said, ‘Down, brother, I didn’t fuck your wife!’ We talked about it, but I guess somewhere in the back of his head, he’s convinced himself he’ll never really know the truth. Sly and I liked each other, too, but after the weirdness with Brigitte, it was ruined. I didn’t fuck her. Did I ever want to fuck Gitte? No, she’s not my type. She was married. And married to somebody who was my friend. I’m not that kind of guy.

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― Frank Sanello, Eddie Murphy: The Life and Times of a Comic on the Edge

“Brando’s longtime Brown, Kraft & Co. accountant, George Pakkala, had told me, in his kind way, Brando had spent over three-quarters of a million dollars on Tetiaroa, since taking over the resort project from my predecessor, Bernard Judge, with almost nothing to show for it.”
― Roger C. Vergin, Brando: With His Guard Down

“Former CIA agent and Watergate convict, Howard Hunt suggested several prominent CIA officials involved in the plot to assassinate JFK, including Richard Helms—the top agency’s top man.
The other CIA suspects Hunt named in his book were William Harvey and David Morales, a “cold-blooded assassin,” Hunt observed, who like his boss Harvey, was “possibly completely amoral.” While vigorously proclaiming his own innocence, Hunt speculated that Harvey—“a strange character hiding a mass of hidden aggression”—might have played the lead role in organizing the assassination, hiring Mafia sharpshooters “to administer the magic bullet” in Dallas. Hunt even went so far as to raise the possibility that Harvey was acting on orders from Vice President, Lyndon Johnson.”
― David Talbot, Brothers: The Hidden History of the Kennedy Years

“When a plane departed the atoll after delivering construction supplies, its passengers were given lists of things we needed from town. On one occasion, my wife, Dora DeLarios, went to Papeete for the day. Marlon had given her a shopping list for food for the evening meal and the list included a bottle of rum. When Dora’s plane got back that evening, Marlon discovered that Dora had forgotten his rum and yelled at her. She got so fed up, she took a swing at him and knocked his hat off. I’d never seen Marlon with quite such an expression — surprise, anger, confusion, and amusement all at once. Dora was not to be reckoned with, and Marlon, who could have decked her, controlled himself.”
― Bernard Judge, Waltzing With Brando: Planning a Paradise in Tahiti