Sublime

Stella—a woman who resembled her just as little but would be a better version of her mother.

“Yeah. Actually, I have to bring over some fresh paperwork because it’s technically a principal role.” Mom’s almost shaking with joy. “How did this happen?” “Well, the little girl we hired wouldn’t take direction—she just kept smiling no matter how many times we told her to look sad. But not your daughter. She’s got a great sad face,” he laughs.

Jesse’s fiancée Kirsten Dunst was on set with him and asked whether she could be an extra in the background at the Callister offices. Quite a few people spotted her on screen when the show went out.

Anne wore an old heather mixture tweed suit—it was a good suit, but old enough to have lost its lines and become baggy. With her chestnut brown hair, russet cheeks and heather mixture tweed she looked almost part of the landscape, an appropriate sturdy figure, strong and competent. When Colonel St Cyres saw her, he said, “Thank God.” He always did

Allison had moved because her

“You ready to run lines, Angel?” Mom asks. “Sure,” I say, even though I’m never ready. I still get nervous to practice lines with Mom. I thought my being cast as a series regular might help her lighten up a bit, but it hasn’t. She’s still so critical. It’s stressful.

Until, on the last day of shooting the pilot, just as Miranda was leaving set, she turned back and said, “Hey, Jennette, do you have AIM?” “Not really,” I said, thinking she was talking about throwing things. I’ve never had good aim.