The film fan, film maker.
Give me evil, sexy Hamlet. Settle into it. Enjoy it. And cut!
One of them fellas is not... what he says he is.
Did you hear that? That was the sound of my Walther. Pointed right at your testicles.
Two tons of metal, 200 miles an hour, flesh and bone and plain old Newton... they all princess died.
Leave The Limbs You’ve Lost. They Belong To Me Now.
If you had the chance, unemployed now, to walk away with a half a million dollars, would you take it?
Do you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?
You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize!