
(Dennis Hopper and Victoria Duffy at the annual Dress Like a Couch charity gala.)
I don’t really want to cover this because it’s depressing as hell, but Dennis Hopper was in Blue Velvet and True Romance and Apocalypse Now so here we are. From Page Six:
The star, who is dying of prostate cancer, is desperately trying to hang on until his divorce from wife Victoria Duffy becomes final. A longtime family confidant told The Post that Hopper is angry that wife Victoria Duffy is trying to bleed him for every last nickel — although he’s given her a ranch, museum-quality art works and a wardrobe of couture dresses.
“Dennis told me, ‘I’ve worked so hard to give Victoria everything she wanted, but it only fueled her appetite for more and more luxury,’ ” the source said.
Hopper is at an LA-area hospital surrounded by his kids and pals — not to mention an ex-wife.
“I wish Victoria the best, but I only want to spend these difficult days surrounded by my children and close friends,” Hopper said in a statement released yesterday.
The 73-year-old filed for divorce Thursday from Duffy, 41, to keep her from contesting his will, which leaves her only one-quarter of his estate. They’ve been married for 13½ years and have a 6-year-old daughter, Galen.
Duffy had been expecting much more than a quarter of Hopper’s estate — and was also fuming to learn she was not named executor of the will, a source said.
Sources close to Duffy’s camp insist the “Hoosiers” star is too drugged up to make any key decisions.
“He is mentally incapacitated from the enormous amounts of medication he is on given his state,” a Duffy confidant told The Huffington Post.
Oh, now he’s too drugged up to make decisions? She didn’t seem too concerned about that when she was, you know, marrying Dennis Hopper.


I just hope his last words are: “You’re part eggplant.”
That’s what Nonni told me before she passed.
If he has any coherence at all when he dies, his last words really ought to be, “Huh…kinda came out on top in regard to the whole lifetime of drug abuse thing…”
Is it me or does she look like some fucked up version of Winnona Ryder crossed with Shelley Duvall?
Hopper: What do you want after I die?
Wife: Everything.
Hopper: Everything? FUCK THAT SHIT! WE’RE. GETTING. DIVORCED!
If all I’d gotten for sucking Dennis Hopper’s dick was a bunch of stupid paintings and dresses that Randy Couture had worn, I’d run his ass through the wringer too.
Bah! Seriously, Hop, call in a favour. The Mighty Feklahr is sure The Undertaker would be glad to have an “accident” whilst giving your wife a Tombstone Piledriver off the top of a steel cage unto a table covered with glass and thumbtacks.
“Ooops…dropped the bitch head first!”
In the banner pic his wife resembles one of the “goomba” lizard things from the live action Mario Bros. Movie where he played Koopa.
“…but it only fueled her appetite for more and more luxury”
She married someone 32 years her senior for love, so what’s up with that?
Karen Duffy would have married him just to prove she’s still alive.
Woman who suck you dry to get wedding ring does not stop; she only changes the part she sucks on.
“YOU GET NOTHING! YOU LOSE! GOOD DAY, BITCH!”
THEY’RE ALL WHORES
I’m with her on this one. I’m ringing that morphine button like a motherfuck time comes, not estate planning.
That’s what Nonni told me before she passed.
Well Vinnie, that’s what you get for pulling her finger.
She looks like an ostrich dressed as a goomah from New Jersey.
You’re part eggplant! Which part?
Oh, never mind. Obviously not THAT part…
She is still having the last laugh: his hat does not really match his coat. *snicker*
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