A few days later I was waiting outside the production office and Mike Madsen came by demanding his check-he'd heard the movie was running out of money. When they refused to cut one for him right there and then he tore the door off of its hinges and threw it into the room. I was out in the hall. He went stomping by me, stopped and turned around and came right at me. I thought "He's going to hit me or something-oh, crap!" He stopped in front of me and pointed at the cigs in my shirt, asked for one and as we both lit up he advised me to get my $ while I could-"these guys are cheap little weasels"-then he chatted about the problems we'd had on the shoot, thanked me and left. Nice guy? I thought so-I never got paid for my last week of the film either-I kinda appreciate what he did.
Hmm he seems like that guy that doesn't take crap from nobody.
I saw a special where giada delaurentis would see how parties are organized. The party was to celebrate Madsen and his book of poems. Anyways he snuck into the kitchen and took a bottle of wine.
One of the party planners said that that bottle of wine can't be drunk yet, as it was for guests. He completely ignored her and chugged it down and left the kitchen.