Jeff Bridges once flew to Madrid to vie for a role in director John Huston's Fat City. "He picked up a woman in his hotel, got slaughtered on red wine and downed some (dodgy) seafood. Meeting Huston in the Prado museum, he spent the whole time trying not to vomit all over the great director -- and got the part anyway."

[The New Yorker once called Jeff Bridges "the best actor alive."]