Because I think in order to get famous you have to be known for something. Like 'You're the romantic comedy girl' or 'Yo — Rachel Weisz
Because I think in order to get famous you have to be known for something. Like 'You're the romantic comedy girl' or 'Yo — Rachel Weisz
Because I think in order to get famous you have to be known for something. Like 'You're the romantic comedy girl' or 'Yo — Rachel Weisz
Because I think in order to get famous you have to be known for something. Like 'You're the romantic comedy girl' or 'Yo — Rachel Weisz
Because I think in order to get famous you have to be known for something. Like 'You're the romantic comedy girl' or 'Yo — Rachel Weisz
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Because I think in order to get famous you have to be known for something. Like 'You're the romantic comedy girl' or 'You're the Oscar-winning whatever girl.'

— Rachel Weisz
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