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Dalton was more than surprised to find himself in quite this predicament on set. He didn't know that his role as the Dark Handsome Mustachioed Stranger in the new Guy Ritchie directed film, Pinball Wizard, would find him literally on point and dodging huge steel balls being fired at him. The chorus of leather-clad "forest of angels" belting out "See Me, Feel Me" (from Tommy) didn't help his mood, either. Ritchie tried to encourage him:
Ritchie: "I get excitement at your feet, Tim!" (giggles)
Dalton: "I get the point, Guy. Just get me outta here." (not giggling - but using the same voice as when he asked Sanchez, "Don't you want to know why?")
Ritchie's ego stayed in the way for two more excruciating takes, then after Dalton calmly promised to manually switch the steel balls with Ritchie's personal ones if he didn't end it, Ritchie looked in Tim's eyes - and finally realized the truth that many have discovered the hard way: you just don't mess with the Daltonator.
The film wrapped that same day and Tim never looked back.
(He did change agents, though.)
Upon further reflection, it was for the best that Dalton never got his fantasy-filled, expansive Bond movie, given this production still.
It was at this point, where Dalton realised that he wasn't auditioning for Reverend Green in the new Cluedo film.
In second place, we have Major Smythe, who had me on the floor from something that could easily be directed at me!
Finally, first place had to go to Willy Galore for these two tear-producing, laughable entries:
Thanks for playing everyone. Willy, the game is yours!
The captions can only be as great as the pictures they compliment, so thank you as well. :)
You're quite welcome. I've always loved rounds with not only amazing pictures, but lots of members throwing in caption after caption. The more brilliant entries we have, the better, especially when you compile two or three pages of captions.
Let's see how you get on with this:
Good luck to all.
Bond undercover in Crimea to help solve the crisis!
Ted Wass: "Oh my god, Roger- Joanna Lumley just tipped the ice bucket over your head! You must feel humiliated!"
Roger: "Ah, THREE ice cubes in my drink. Perfect. We'll make a barmaid out of you yet, my dear girl."
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, HIGH!!!!!! 8-}
"This way I can never kick the bucket."
Woman: "With you? You wish..."
Roger [whispering to man beside him]: "My good man, be a sport and give the lovely lady a few more refills of the hard stuff. I think my chances shall improve immensely."
Man [mumbling]: "Yeahhh, or you could just take that bloody stupid thing off your head..."
"No, the title is Buck Rogers."
"Ehm... whatever. I need glasses."
Man: "Roger, what the bloody hell is that on your head?"
Roger: "Oh, that's a Peruvian ceremonial headdress from the old Inca culture, my good man. Pure bronze, this is [tapping it with his hand]. Had to pay the dealer top dollar for it and was assured of its worth to the tune of five thousand pounds."
Man: "A Peruvian ceremonial headdress, eh? Looks like an ice bucket to me."
Roger: "Well, I'm sure it would to the uncultured eye..."
Man: "Uncultured eye my arse. I know it's a bloody ice bucket, Roger, and if you think any different then you ought to give me the name of your oculist."
Roger [looking at man's drink]: "And that drink you're holding there looks to be a Cosmopolitan with extra cranberry, so if I'm to give you the name of my oculist I want the name of your bloody mixologist. How any bartender worth his salt could serve that to a man without slapping him silly, I have no idea. Quite frankly, I'm surprised you didn't order some glitter and a pink straw with that, you nancy."
Well my friends? I guess the drinks are on me!!! ;)