"This is the most entertaining film of all my movies,"
Scorsese said to the reporters in front of the theater. He then lowered his head, got into the car, and the black sedan drove towards the hotel where the crew was staying, followed by a truck hauling cattle.
The cattle would be shipped out overnight.
Martin and two others didn't take interviews and got into the same car.
Nicholson, who had been friends with the director for decades, said, "Scorsese is in good spirits, he's very satisfied with the film."
But Martin sighed.
Nicholson asked, "You don't think the film is good?"
"No," Martin said, recalling, "Just the three of us, we must have dropped over 200 F-bombs in the final cut, right?"
Leonardo thought for a moment, "No less than that."
Martin said, "You know why I sighed? I'm ashamed of our impoverished swear-word vocabulary."
Nicholson shook his head, "Your focus is really fucking unique."
Martin said, "Swearing is also an art form."
