Clive Owen and Anatole Taubman at the grand opening of Giorgio Armani store in Berlin. (February 14, 2012)
So I shove my fist in his arse like this and work him like a puppet…
No, sir, that’s Quentin Tarantino about to kiss Clive Owen.
Quentin wouldn’t be kissing his face.
Quentin only anally fists people who paid to see Deathproof.
I like Clive.
UK accents, unless attached to flat faced faux vampires, just kill me.
Did they just run a marathon dressed as waiters?
What do you mean ‘Croupier’ has nothing to do with balls?
“… so then I reached right in there and grabbed his cock, and it was hard, ya know? His balls were all over the place but man, his cock was just throbbing” “uh huh” “Then he looks up at me without me missing a beat and says ‘Gym tan laundry bro, grab that mother fucking cock’ lol” “ROTFL! What a queer!”
“Cut the crap and slip me that yummy tongue of yours. Oh baby…”
“We gotta split man, I just sharted!!”
“I am afraid I might be Khloe Kardashian’s real father.”
“Is that onions? Onions and Ketchup?”
QT: “I like women’s feet!”
CO: “I like my own accent.”
Never thought I’d see Quentin Tarantino whisper sweet nothings into Mel Gibson’s ear.
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