September 2009
August 2009
- GYLLENHAAL: If you were out on the job market and had to put your skills down on a résumé, what would you write?
- PORTMAN: As far as skills go . . . I don’t have that many skills.
- GYLLENHAAL: Oh, come on!
- PORTMAN: I’m serious. I really wish I could make something. I mean, you’re a really good cook, you know how to build things—you can make things with your hands. I can’t make anything . . . Well, I can make chitchat, but not much else. I mean, I’d basically have trouble with any job that doesn’t require me to wear silly clothes and talk in funny voices.
- GYLLENHAAL: And so you’re an actor.
- PORTMAN: And so I’m an actor.
“Really, really obscene hip-hop. I love it so much. It makes me laugh and then it makes me want to dance. Those are like my two favorite things, so combined … I’ve been listening a lot lately to “Wait (The Whisper Song)” by the Ying Yang Twins, where the lyrics are like, “Wait ’til you see my dick”—which is just amazing because it’s whispered. [whispers] “Wait ’til you see my dick … ” [laughs] Crazy. So I just listen to it like I’m a five-year-old, like, “Oh my god! I can’t believe he just said that!”
—natalie portman
- Pam: I can't do this.
- Michael: What's that?
- Pam: I can't do this. I had a real job. I sat ten feet away from my fiance. I had health benefits. I was just feeling impulsive. I should have gotten a tiny tattoo on my ankle.
- Michael: Blech.
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The Strokes - What Ever Happened?
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