By this point, you should have now reached over $650,000,000 on all three of your characters
If I start smoking cigarettes and running around the city in my heels, the rest will come eventuallyright
Before he utters one gravely bass word, the craggy, mustachioed face and lanky frame already conjure a laconic drawl and the scrape of old boots on a dusty, creaking floor a cowboy/sheriff/tough guy/mysterious loner straight out of Central Casting
Well, one of my students played the guy who was tortured to death and spends three-quarters of the movie dead and tied to a chair. Sure, I know the part. Well, I told him since he has no experience being dead, and is in fact a healthy, live, wonderful actor, that he must never play dead. He can truthfully be someone tied to a chair trying to look dead
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