Diablo Cody
Diablo Cody
Brook Busey-Maurio, better known by the pen name Diablo Cody, is an American screenwriter, producer, director, author, journalist, memoirist, stripper and exotic dancer. She first became known for her candid chronicling of her year as a stripper in her "The Pussy Ranch" blog and in her memoir Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper. Later, Cody achieved critical acclaim for her debut script Juno, winning awards such as the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay, the...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionScreenwriter
Date of Birth14 June 1978
CityLemont, IL
CountryUnited States of America
Juno MacGuff: Nah... I mean, I'm already pregnant, so what other kind of shenanigans could I get into?
Juno MacGuff: "Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings worse than your abandonment.
Jeez banana! Shut your freaking gob!
Juno MacGuff: You can never have too many of your favorite one calorie breath mints.
Love is mysterious and rad, like Steve Perry from Journey
Juno MacGuff: [yelling through the house] Dad? Mac MacGuff: What? Juno MacGuff: Either I just peed my pants or um... Mac MacGuff: *Or*...? Juno MacGuff: THUNDERCATS ARE GO!
He wasn’t a carrier of commitment-phobia or other notable boy diseases and he used expensive moisturizer. That’s about all it takes to bang my gong.
It doesn't matter if they're in front of the camera or behind the camera. I know women who are producers who are surviving on nothing but juice and almonds.
Juno MacGuff: Wise move. I know this girl who had a huge crazy freakout because she took too many behavioral meds at once. She took off all her clothes and jumped into the fountain at Ridgedale Mall and she was like, "Blaaaaah! I'm a kraken from the sea!" Su-Chin: That was you.
One nice thing about being a woman in Hollywood is that the women tend to be very close-knit. All of us writers and directors know each other and cling to each other for safety and support, and it's really a completely different vibe than the men experience out here, where they're all trying to murder each other.
I absolutely relate to being alone in squalor, trying to come up with something adequate. I relate to that, and I've been known to crawl out of bed and drink out of a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke.
In the past, I'll admit, I've enjoyed being compared to the protagonists in my screenplays.
The Rolling Stones are so versatile, they're like the band version of that Infinite Dress they sell on QVC.
A few months ago, I had the pleasure of actually visiting the Playboy Mansion. I saw the peacocks, fed grapes to the monkeys, and even braved the fabled Grotto. After seeing the estate, I understood why anyone would be reluctant to leave.