Um. That’s Orson Welles and Akim Tamirof. Don’t know who the woman is.
Janet Leigh.
I was intrigued and did a GIS on the still. Now I want to see the movie.
@Button Gwinnett, “Touch of Evil” is a top-notch film noir.
Oh, and thank you so much for signing the Declaration of Independence and inventing that fastener we use to close our shirts.
Just ordered it on Amazon. And you’re welcome! Would you like an autograph?
Hey Button, sorry it was necessary to kill you in Fallout 3!
Seriously? That’s the second time somebody has “corrected” what I meant to be a very obvious joke in the middle of a whole bunch of other obvious jokes.
Am I just a magnet for autistics, or am I misunderstanding things and the captions really aren’t supposed to be done in a humorous manner? I’m inclined to believe the former, because if the task is to prosaically describe the photograph with perfect accuracy, then Dan can do that himself and there wouldn’t be any point in holding a damn contest in the first place.
Lighten up, Francis. It’s all for fun. After all, it’s a contest with few, if any, solid rules and since they no longer give away prizes they don’t even bother to pick a winner.
It’s just supposed to be light fun.
“I’m with the FBI, Comey is gone, and now we really mean it this time. Turn over the e-mails.”
Put the gun away big man. Oompa loompas are a protected class.
Good one !
I said, Hands up. Not pants up! You look like an idiot.
Well, Jeez, Mister. You have to admit it does look like you’re smuggling turkeys.
this isn’t pea shooter scary compared to what is under this coat!
Get in my belly!
win.
What’s the gun for? I’ll do anything ya want, just don’t eat me!
Alright I guarantee the maid will leave more chocolate on your pillow and a bigger soap.
“I know you have the cure for spontaneous belly inflation syndrome. Hand it over.”
How did Michael Moore sneak up on me?
And Moore to the point, I thought he hated guns???
Pointing a gun at me won’t change the fact that I’m not jackie gleason. Now leave me alone so I can pow her in the kisser!
Plaid and stripes…together? Prepare to die.
But, they were out of alignment…
It turns out dead men do wear plaid.
Bring me Solo and the Wookiee.
Winner winner chicken dinner!
Sure, I can custom fit a holster for ya, but watch where you point that thing!
“That’s a small gun.”
“Well, you’re a small target.”
“You’re a big guy.”
“For you.”
I call my little friend here “Little Boy.”
Get in mah belly!
Not a caption, but that’s one of the best movies ever made. Treat yourself. Just be ready to take a shower after you watch it, cause it’s that grimy.
No, no, you are right, that was unfair.
I should have said big boned.
Say “fat” again! I double dare you MFer!
Tweedle-gun and Tweedle-dee…
No, Mr. Bond… I expect you to die!
My grandpa, he used to wear his pants up to here. My wife says that isn’t fashionable anymore and she makes me wear them much lower. Isn’t that right honey?
[Singing] “Fat man with a little gun!”
“If I can just get to his left side, I’ll be safe!”
“i was only checking for lumps, i swear!”
No Sir, I said there’s no LADY here so it can’t be over
“gaze into my navel…”
” i like to watch.”
WAIT!!!
I’ll have more leway after the election. . .
(trying a clever new tactic here… eventually this is bound to pay off).
“that’s what she said!”
Well if it isn’t Fat Man and Little Boy.
Motherphucker! I was just going to put that one in. Back to the drawing board.
I’m just saying , if you can’t see the tip of your….um, revolver, your probably too fat.
“I told yahs boss. Nobody’s gonna notice the extra weight. You look magnanimous”
“Yeah? Weren’t you the one who told Old Sully he should go after that flapper gal…”
No bueno when Mexican Goldfinger captures Mexican Bond.
Fat man with a revolver? Why this sense of deja vu?
“I told you what I’d do if I ever caught you cheating on me! And with a woman!”
I can’t decide if I wanna shoot you first or eat you alive.
“You voted for Trump, didn’t you? Admit it!”
Came here to say that…see I’m late.
“One more fat joke, and I’ll….. Wait. Do I smell bacon?”
“This is for wearing those pants after Labor Day!”
I said,”not another fookin’ bite. Now fook-off…..”
“Get ready for the grossest, sweatiest ménage a trois ever buddy.”
“Sydney Greenstreet’s off the wagon again.”
“The food one or the booze one?”
“The murder one.“
Um. That’s Orson Welles and Akim Tamirof. Don’t know who the woman is.
Janet Leigh.
I was intrigued and did a GIS on the still. Now I want to see the movie.
@Button Gwinnett, “Touch of Evil” is a top-notch film noir.
Oh, and thank you so much for signing the Declaration of Independence and inventing that fastener we use to close our shirts.
Just ordered it on Amazon. And you’re welcome! Would you like an autograph?
Hey Button, sorry it was necessary to kill you in Fallout 3!
Seriously? That’s the second time somebody has “corrected” what I meant to be a very obvious joke in the middle of a whole bunch of other obvious jokes.
Am I just a magnet for autistics, or am I misunderstanding things and the captions really aren’t supposed to be done in a humorous manner? I’m inclined to believe the former, because if the task is to prosaically describe the photograph with perfect accuracy, then Dan can do that himself and there wouldn’t be any point in holding a damn contest in the first place.
Lighten up, Francis. It’s all for fun. After all, it’s a contest with few, if any, solid rules and since they no longer give away prizes they don’t even bother to pick a winner.
It’s just supposed to be light fun.
“I’m with the FBI, Comey is gone, and now we really mean it this time. Turn over the e-mails.”
Put the gun away big man. Oompa loompas are a protected class.
Good one !
I said, Hands up. Not pants up! You look like an idiot.
Well, Jeez, Mister. You have to admit it does look like you’re smuggling turkeys.
this isn’t pea shooter scary compared to what is under this coat!
Get in my belly!
win.
What’s the gun for? I’ll do anything ya want, just don’t eat me!
Alright I guarantee the maid will leave more chocolate on your pillow and a bigger soap.
“I know you have the cure for spontaneous belly inflation syndrome. Hand it over.”
How did Michael Moore sneak up on me?
And Moore to the point, I thought he hated guns???
Pointing a gun at me won’t change the fact that I’m not jackie gleason. Now leave me alone so I can pow her in the kisser!
Plaid and stripes…together? Prepare to die.
But, they were out of alignment…
It turns out dead men do wear plaid.
Bring me Solo and the Wookiee.
Winner winner chicken dinner!
Sure, I can custom fit a holster for ya, but watch where you point that thing!
“That’s a small gun.”
“Well, you’re a small target.”
“You’re a big guy.”
“For you.”
I call my little friend here “Little Boy.”
Get in mah belly!
Not a caption, but that’s one of the best movies ever made. Treat yourself. Just be ready to take a shower after you watch it, cause it’s that grimy.
No, no, you are right, that was unfair.
I should have said big boned.
Say “fat” again! I double dare you MFer!
Tweedle-gun and Tweedle-dee…
No, Mr. Bond… I expect you to die!
My grandpa, he used to wear his pants up to here. My wife says that isn’t fashionable anymore and she makes me wear them much lower. Isn’t that right honey?
[Singing] “Fat man with a little gun!”
“If I can just get to his left side, I’ll be safe!”
“i was only checking for lumps, i swear!”
No Sir, I said there’s no LADY here so it can’t be over
“gaze into my navel…”
” i like to watch.”
WAIT!!!
I’ll have more leway after the election. . .
(trying a clever new tactic here… eventually this is bound to pay off).
“that’s what she said!”
Well if it isn’t Fat Man and Little Boy.
Motherphucker! I was just going to put that one in. Back to the drawing board.
I’m just saying , if you can’t see the tip of your….um, revolver, your probably too fat.
“I told yahs boss. Nobody’s gonna notice the extra weight. You look magnanimous”
“Yeah? Weren’t you the one who told Old Sully he should go after that flapper gal…”
No bueno when Mexican Goldfinger captures Mexican Bond.
This arltice keeps it real, no doubt.
That’s an ingenious way of thinking about it.
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