The bell over the door jingled as Robert Duvall pushed it open and stepped inside the Sunrise Cafe. A ragged chorus of greetings went up from the patrons assembled there.
"Morning, Bob", Susan Sarandon said from behind the counter. "The usual?", she asked.
"Morning, Sue", he replied with a nod as he took a stool. How she could always be so danged cheerful this early in the morning was a mystery to him.
Through the service window, he could see James Earl Jones in the kitchen, putting the plates together. Jimbo glanced at Bob and gave him a toothy grin from under the brim of his blue Yankees baseball cap as he ladled steaming sausage gravy onto three open-face biscuits.
The bell jangled again and Sam Elliott sauntered in. He sat down beside Bob and grunted hello. At least, that's what Bob thought it was. There was a faint odor of cheap whiskey coming from Sam's general direction.
A chair hit the floor at a table by the big front window. Danny Trejo jumped up and began shouting obscenities in Spanish at Steve Buscemi. Sam stood up. Dan thought for a second, then sheepishly retrieved his chair and sat back down. Steve nodded his silent thanks as Sam lowered himself back onto his stool.
Sue sat Bob's plate down in front of him – a thick ham steak, three eggs over easy, a mountain of home fries with onions, and two of Jimbo's superb biscuits with homemade peach preserves. Bob dug in as Sam nursed his coffee.
"Cut!", Ron Howard yelled. "Great job, all. We'll do act 2, scene 3 on set B next. Everybody take thirty".
