You fool! Just tell her you can get her an acting job and you can get a lot more than a hug.
Uhm she’s on his show. So, yeah… She probably already blew him.
“Okay, okay, you don’t have to do this politically-charged monologue I just wrote 5 minutes ago…”
Someone get that ass a bra!
So that means it’s an entrance? Excellent.
I’ve lost over 100 pounds in the last 11 months, and my ass is still more toned than that.
Someone needs to call the Squat Police.
Aw Olivia, why the long ass?
That can’t be Aaron Sorkin. The face isn’t red as a beet.
Poor guy couldn’t avoid her. That was not an exit.
“I’ve got the shrimp and cocktail sauce in my dressing room, meet me there in 5 mins”
“…mmmm, you smell like shrimp”
Ass don’t lie. She is not enjoying the hug.
That’s not a script he’s holding, its a recipe for shrimp scampi.
Still traumatized by her encounter with Ratner, Olivia now seeks comfort and solace in any one’s arms.
Okay, let’s see what the script says…
[Interior Hallway: Next to “Not An Exit” sign]
Slowly the man approached the woman with black hair, uneven butt cheeks and a yellow dress. She embraces him in a long hug pressing her breasts into his bent arm. The man returns the hug as he consults the script to see what the scene requires.
Cut, that’s a wrap, onto the next scene.
I’d love to get some of that Munn ass. She’s fucking sexy.
“Thank you Aaron for making me a real actress.”
“You’re welcome banana lady coke hallucination.”
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