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In addition, Norton demanded to have a hand in the preparation of his meal at the restaurant as well as seating the rest of the patrons and busing the tables. Norton also had some notes that he'd like to discuss with the chef regarding the menu and how to improve it.

After a hard day of filming, The Butterscotch Stallion galloped at an alarming rate across the set, nearly leaving the entire cast and crew behind on the way to a very necessary and extremely vital party at Harry Dean Stanton's house.

Oh, Rhys Ifans, we'd probably feel the same way if we had to listen to Sienna Miller talk for three hours straight about being on a perv cam and how much she still hates Pittsburgh and how she was robbed for her work in Factory Girl. Then again, Sienna Miller probably doesn't enjoy Rhys Ifans frequent questions about his hair. "Doesn't this haircut make me look like Rod Stewart? You know, when he was good?"

To celebrate her inability to quit smoking and the further emasculation of Joshua, the Grey's Anatomy star intends on proudly gorging herself on an entire box of double fudge brownies and cupcakes. If you can't beat it, eat it.

Cameron Diaz continues to perform the 'raise the roof' gesture without mocking irony, but with unabashed joy and suggesting that everybody join in with her and yelling, "Can we get a what what?"

Woody Allen once said that the only cultural advantage of living in Los Angeles is the ability to make a right turn on a red light. Dave Navarro would beg to differ. He'd gladly tell you that being able to go shirtless in a restaurant is a pretty sweet, too. Just ask him.

Why must Lindsay Lohan always dress as if she's Steven Tyler's illegitimate daughter? Sobriety is a good thing and all, but maybe she should save outfits like that for when you're wailing away on "Guitar Hero" in the privacy of your own home.

You think it's easy being a Hilton? Think again.

FH: "The kids have got me burning the candle at both ends. It's either they want this or they want that and it always changing. We hate cupcakes. No, we love cupcakes. You know, make up your mind about what kind of treats you want to bring in for your class on your birthday, already? And Bill is no help either. He's been in a funk ever since the Coen Brothers stopped returning his calls. I always tell him that sure they might be geniuses, but they're still creepy. The Coens don't have the market cornered on being creepy geniuses. Then there's my agent. This effin guy keeps on hounding me to do this Zac Efron movie. It's a nice payday, but it doesn't challenge me as an actor. I want to be challenged with my craft. I was nominated for an Oscar! Uff. I don't know anymore, Eva. I really don't know."

Now that he has a charming new mustache, Patrick Stewart must spends hours upon hours in front of a mirror or a video camera doing impressions of Daniel Day Lewis in There Will Be Blood. After each playback, Stewart kicks at a few imaginary rocks and mutters, "That should've been my milkshake!"

That headband might be just a tad too tight, dear old Mischa. After all, how else to explain your decision to publicly pass on Gossip Girl than to blame it on a reduced flow of blood and oxygen to your pre-frontal cortex?

Dustin Hoffman may actually be America's oldest teenager (or at least America's oldest twentysomething) just on the verge of really making something happen.

Being an actor is just such a tough job. Finding and reading the right scripts, then working on the project for a couple of months. Then there's the long hours and stretches away from your family. But then it's followed a month and half long vacation to Mexico. Whereas the writer, the lucky one, sits hunched over a laptop racking his or her brain to come up with the next great American catchphrase (let's be honest, will anyone ever top "Your eggo is preggo"?) and then coming home with his or her clothes smelling like Starbucks. And if one is lucky enough to sell the script, there are the endless rounds of notes and rewrites and notes on the rewrite and another round of rewrites. Man, it's so tough to be an actor.

'Tough' guy, musician and Paris Hilton's fake BF du jour Benji Madden has made a few additions to his entourage or, as he likes to call it, the Party Posse. The reasons are two-fold: one, to make him look him taller and two, to make him look even crazier. After all, would you mess with a man that rolls with short people dressed as if every day is St. Patrick's Day?

Sure, everybody might view Reese Witherspoon as America's sweetheart, but deep down inside her lies Tracy Flick. A Tracy Flick who will come out and go off on any actress that threatens to take parts and awards away from her. Watch your back, Amy Adams. Oh, by the way, if Variety has been wondering who ripped down all those "For Your Consideration" posters, look no further.

Here's how I imagine the greatest moment in the history of Vh1 will go down: One of those strippers on Rock of Love 2 will "accidentally" knock Bret Michaels' ten gallon hat from his melon just a split-second before a sudden gust from the Santa Ana's blows off his Real World-esque bandana, at which point the camera whip pans to finally reveal what lies beneath his formerly infallible do rag. Namely, a patch work of bald spots, hair plugs and horse hair extensions. Mama's fallen angel, indeed. End scene.

Times must be tough for Wilmer Valderrama if he's second-guessing how much change he has to put into the meter. Why can't all parking be free and/or validated?

Sure, Len Wiseman might be a big shot action movie director, but his greatest accomplishment will always be that he was one of the few, the chosen, the lucky who got to enter the Pharaoh's Tomb.

Dirt star Courtney Cox leaves Nobu in a daze; either she's disappointed by the number of paparazzi covering her nearly frozen beat or she just endured an endless stream of terrible Chandler Bing impressions from hungry tourists with money to burn.