Antonio Banderas at a photocall for Haywire during the 62nd Berlin International Film Festival. (February 15, 2012)
“There, that’s where I want you to put my wife… Don’t let her near me”
And this is where she touched me… it was horreeeble.
Weatherman in training.
So much for wearing all blue to avoid the photographers.
“When I find these things in my nose I always look for a clean spot on the wall where I can stick it.”
“when i wear blue i am like a hot latin wind!”
Worst game of Hole In the Wall ever.
If this actually was “blue screen” they would have me pointing at something that would make me appear more interesting. But for now, this is all I got, sorry.
When I finger my wife’s holiest of holies, I generally get her sitting on the edge of her top bunk and approach her thus.
“And here we see a low pressure system rotating counter-clockwise, bringing high winds…huh? I’m not the weather guy? Oh! Nevermind.”
“Putting a glory hole defeats the purpose,”
570 million american dollars would stack up to here. That’s how much money I made from a movie about a cat that no one in America gives a fuck about.
“My wife is over there.” “Shes the one with the bottle of Cutty Sark in her hand.”
He’s pointing to his career. I don’t see it either.
Over there is Keanu, I’ll wait while you take his picture.
“Is your invisible friend here with you now?”
“An dees is de area under de beer. De bare. Hou joo say?”
No, Antonio. You are not a weather man. We know you see the blue screen but at home… we see the blue screen.
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