And then literally, I think another year later I was at a red light in Los Angeles, and his car pulled up again next to me and he goes, ‘When we making that sequel motherfucker?’
I would just see [Samuel L. Jackson] randomly if I was in Los Angeles — and I don’t go to Los Angeles hardly at all.
And I’m like, ‘I’m working on it, I’m almost there!’
So one time I was driving on the studio lot and his car came, and he rolled down the window and he’s like, ‘When are we making that sequel motherfucker?’