You're a mega-hollywood star,you're sitting in your winnebago and you're throwing the mother of all tantrums,threatening to walk off the set and off the picture unless you get what you want. What do you want? A herd of dancing sheep? A Pringle mountain? Whatever bizarre and unreasonable movie star style demands you have,just name them; you are a diva and you deserve it.

I would have a mini-bar that was actually a mini
and not a modern mini but an authentic 1960's mini,infact a mini from the original Italian Job converted into a mini-bar and I would like a midget bartender to stand inside my mini-bar and serve me drinks and puppies, a hundred and one dalmation puppies with exactly a hundred and one spots each and a vat of Heinz macaroni cheese and the teardrop from a unicorns eye and a wardrobe full of edible clothes and that would be just for starters.

Ha ha, good thread!! I think i'd have to demand that they get Wentworth Miller in for me and he'd had to give me massages and ANYTHING else i wanted at any time, ha ha! Plus I'd want loads and loads of Galaxy and Cadburys Dairy Milk chocolate, melted like a choc fountain and coming out of taps so i could just drink it...and get Wentworth to get in it too....mmmmmmm!!!!!

Oh to be a movie star diva!

I would demand an orchestra on hand to mirror my every movement like in a cartoon. I would also ask for a tonne of cookie dough shaped into life sized animal shapes. And all the floors shal be covered in grass turf before my arrival, with all the blades cut to uniform length!

I would insist on Mr Benn's Shopkeeper friend to be my wardrobe master (what a choice!).

Freshly squeezed cherry juice prepared on demand, locally sourced cheese with home-made mango chutney sandwiches cut into snowflake shapes (no two the same) and served on platinum platters with a band of my choice brought in to hide the sounds of my scoffing.

Oh ... and silence to prevail for up to five miles around when I want to sleep.

That's not too much to ask for ... is it?

I would require 'Big Sat' from my local chippy, armed with a kebab machine on 24 hour standby. Right next to a fridge full of the finest lager.
In fact, I would probably, for a laugh, try to see how far i could push the producers, and see what demands i could physically get out of them before they said no. I would demand water fresh from a mountain spring in tibet, a lion cub for a pet, with its own outdoor heated enclosure next to my trailer. I'd want beer poured for me at 40 minute intervals like clockwork, which must be served always at a certain temperature. I'd want 2 latin models to bath me each morning and night. Again, bath to be at certain temperature, approx 36 degrees. I'd want a superstar dj playing house records every night. I'd only work between 12.45pm and 3.15pm. I'd only do one take for each scene.
Mind you, I'd probably do a 'Val Kilmer' and get to a point where no director or studio would work with me, cuz of my demands and attitude, and my career would decline rapidly.

I would insist that Catherine Zeta Jones worked on every movie with me so I could get her sacked lots. I'd want lots of chocolate and shoes and Johnny Depp.