During this period I conferred with Andy about writing The Death of Lupe Velez for Edie who was anxious to play the role of the Mexican Spitfire, found dead in her Hollywood hacienda with her head in a toilet bowl. I met Edie at the Kettle of Fish on MacDougal Street to talk over the project. When I got there Edie was at a table with a fuzzy-haired Bob Dylan whose shiny black limousine was parked outside. I mentioned the script I was working on and Edie said innocently, ‘Oh, we already filmed that this afternoon. It’s in the can… in Technicolor.’ Nothing was said when Andy arrived, although he did astonish me that evening by asking, ‘When do you think Edie will commit suicide? I hope she lets me know so I can film it’
-Robert Heide, writer.
i hate andy fucking faggot