Barbara, please!

Before I start with the following anecdote, I must make sure to credit my former roommate with the only Faye Dunaway story in my possession:

Thank you, Pumpkin Nugget!

All right, so my roomie worked on "The WB's Starlet" during production and often had to help handle Faye Dunaway, who would do such things as throw open her trailer door, yell out, "Diet Coke" and then slam the door shut, leaving the terrified production assistants to draw straws as to who would be the unlucky bastard forced to do her bidding. Once, she held up production because she refused to continue until a food scale was brought to her. The worst experience my roomie suffered was driving her from her home to the production and she was so verbally abusive and overbearing that he was nearly driven to tears. Eventually, he ended up moving back to Texas, where he lives now at his family's home.

Back home in Texas, he was flipping through the channels whilst watching TV with a friend. As he flipped, he saw "Mommie Dearest" playing on one of the channels and (after a shudder) he told his friend, "Oh, I'm sorry. I can't watch. Too many bad memories," to which his friend replied, "Oh my God! Was your mother abusive?" And, of course, my friend replied, "Oh God no! I was talking about Faye Dunaway."