When George Clooney paid for a satellite to spy on a dictator: “Welcome to my life, Mr War Criminal”
Gave him a taste of his own medicine.
Gave him a taste of his own medicine.
Had written more than 100 pages of a script.
A gag that did not go down well with the South Coast.
Not exactly an obvious fit.
A rabble-rousing moment of macho nonsense.
Dug deep to keep him in.
Discovered she had funny bones.
Felt she was finally being treated as an adult.
Wanted an audience with a mob movie legend.
Came with a very worrying reputation to say the least.
Thank goodness for temper tantrums.
Irritated beyond belief.