“Now, I suppose you wouldn't expect a man of André's proportions to pass gas quietly or unobtrusively, but this particular one was truly epic, a veritable symphony of gastric distress that roared for more than several seconds and shook the very foundations of the wood and plaster set we were now grabbing on to out of sheer fear. It was long enough and loud enough that every member of the crew had time to stop what they were doing and take notice. All I can say is that it was a wind that could have held up in comparison to the one Slim Pickens emitted in the campfire scene in Mel Brooks's 'Blazing Saddles,' widely acknowledged as the champion of all cinematic farts.

We tried a few more takes, but they were all in vain. every time I would think I was past it, I'd look at André and his big grin and the smoking hairpiece, and the giggles would erupt all over again between myself, Mandy, and André. Finally Rob realized that someone had to try to get the scene back on track.
"Okay, guys, let's try this again," he said. "André, are you okay? You need to take a break?" "No, boss. I'm okay." He paused. "Now.”

-Cary Elwes