True story: About 10 years ago, my French girlfriend was doing some translation work for a company doing business at the Cannes Film Festival.
She's supposed to meet a small group for a business lunch, but she gets to the hotel restaurant early and decides to have a drink at the bar. Just as she gets her glass of sparkling wine, in walks: Jack Nicholson.
He walks right over to her, slowly looks her up and down, gives her his classic "Jack" grin, and in that distinctive voice says, "Can I buy you a drink?" She smiles and with her delightful French accent says, "No, thank you, I'm fine."
He smiles at her for a moment and then matter-of-factly asks, "You wanna f%&#?" She, horrified, flustered, says: "No way!" He, without missing a beat gives her a wink and, still grinning, says, "Just thought I'd ask."
She saw Nicholson leave about 15 minutes later with an attractive blonde -- apparently, a girl who appreciated the, ah, "direct approach" (coming from a multi-millionaire movie star).
ScottHar
