Oscar night, 2007. 2:48 AM. After the after-parties. Stumbling into a suite at the Beverly Hills Hilton... Mandy Moore - a little tipsy and a little nervous - two bottles of rapidly-warming, pilfered champagne under her arms. Scarlett Johanson - shit-faced and aggresive - carrying two statues (hers for acting, mine for direction). Mandy makes an awkward joke and Scarlett attacks... $20,000 worth of dresses and a cheap tuxedo in a pile on the floor...
The front desk calls about the noise and we just let the phone ring and ring and ring...
Or something like that. Never really thought about it, I guess.
