“Yeah, trust me, oysters don’t do shit, shrimp is where it’s at”!
“So you were really here the day the hotel opened Warren?”
“The shrimp juice wasn’t from my lunch it was from Olivia Munn’s pussy” – Brett Ratner
I’ll take some of that. Directly from the source prefferably.
The greatest compliment I can pay to the journalistic abilities of the superficial is that I cannot look at a photo of Brett Ratner wihtout immediately thinking “cocktail sauce”.
Trust me man, just keep your right side to the wall and no one will notice you’ve had a stroke.
“Beatty, would you please tell your screwball sister to quit haunting me?”
Be like me, Brett, spend your formative years getting all the poon you can handle, then marry an old broad and settle down.
What a tacky little midget
I lure them in with shrimp and cocktail sauce, what do you use Warren?
Two things that Brett Ratner doesn’t own:
1. A suit that fits
2. A mirror.
Maybe he’s just trying to get the man’s blessing for a Bonnie & Clyde remake featuring Jackie Chan
Have you seen the Cocktail sauce, I’m meeting someone later
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Brett Ratner and Warren Beatty at The 100th Anniversary of The Beverly Hills Hotel. (June 16, 2012) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News