We don't like to frequently trade in the tawdry world of celebrity gossip here on Vulture, but this bit was just too delicious to pass up. Cloris Leachman, our favorite daffy old hoofer, just wrote a book called, compellingly enough, Cloris. In it, she recounts a tale from the early seventies in which she and Gene Hackman made passionate love that made the neighbors complain about the noises above. "As we moved into the main course, it was as if a cosmic wind enveloped us. Some giant space magnet was pulling us together," Leachman writes. "We didn't finish the meal. We went upstairs, flew into bed and made love. It was epic." [NYP]