I loved Sir George during his heyday on ER, but he sort of lost his way with those Ocean movies (talk about being lost at sea!). But he’s officially won me over (again) when he spoke at a recent Washington D.C. Newseum event.
“I always wanted to be adopted, but I couldn’t find anyone,” he said. He then asked a reporter, “Will you adopt me? I’m very wealthy. I’ll take care of you.”
Whew. Is it a little hot in here? Isn’t that what every young girl once dream of hearing from Mr. Clooney? Those eyes, that childish grin, that distinguished color hair….it’s enough to make me want to adopt him myself. He’s like a puppy you see in a store window, tell yourself you’ll just go in and pet him and end up walking out of the store with said people and $100 worth of toys to boot.
I suppose it’s up to me, then. I will make the sacrifice, George. Why not come live with me? We can lounge in bed and read the newspaper in the mornings and you can, like you offered, take care of me.
Just one stipulation: Please don’t make any more of those Ocean movies. I get seasick quite easily.