13. Richard Gere, The Lords of Flatbush (1974)
The Lords of Flatbush is sort of like Grease if it abandoned the songs and focused only on the T-Birds. Starring Henry Winkler in full-on Fonzie mode and Sylvester Stallone as members of a group of leather jacket-wearing Brooklyn teens, Richard Gere was also supposed to have a starring role, but an onset disagreement with Stallone got him the boot. The words of Sly himself are the only ones you need to hear on the matter:
We never hit it off. He would strut around in his oversized motorcycle jacket like he was the baddest knight at the round table. One day, during an improv, he grabbed me (we were simulating a fight scene) and got a little carried away. I told him in a gentle fashion to lighten up, but he was completely in character and impossible to deal with. Then we were rehearsing at Coney Island and it was lunchtime, so we decided to take a break, and the only place that was warm was in the backseat of a Toyota. I was eating a hotdog and he climbs in with a half a chicken covered in mustard with grease nearly dripping out of the aluminum wrapper. I said, “That thing is going to drip all over the place.” He said, “Don’t worry about it.” I said, “If it gets on my pants you’re gonna know about it.” He proceeds to bite into the chicken and a small, greasy river of mustard lands on my thigh. I elbowed him in the side of the head and basically pushed him out of the car. The director had to make a choice: one of us had to go, one of us had to stay. Richard was given his walking papers and to this day seriously dislikes me.
Unsurprisingly, the two actors would never work together again.