Pedro Pascal's NSFW Response To Dakota Johnson Nickname
If you have been anywhere near the internet in recent weeks, then you're probably aware of the fact that Pedro Pascal, Dakota Johnson, and Chris Evans are in the middle of a pretty hilarious press tour for their new movie, The Materialists.
The trio — and particularly Pedro and Dakota — have proven to be a match made in press tour heaven, with clips from their various interviews often going viral on social media.
However, nobody, including Pedro himself, was prepared for the star's NSFW outburst when he filmed a rapid-fire question video with Dakota for Vogue.
In the video, which went live earlier this week, Pedro asked Dakota what her childhood nickname was, and could not hide his amusement when she casually replied: 'Cokey.'
'Cokey?' Pedro repeated while trying to keep a straight face, at this point, Dakota clarified: 'Spelled the way the frog is spelled: C-O-Q-U-Í.'
'Ahh, Coquí' Pedro repeated with a Spanish accent, before abruptly blurting out: 'Cock!'
Seemingly realizing what he'd done, Pedro burst into fits of laughter while Dakota struggled to contain her shock. Totally deadpan, she retorted: 'Yeah, my nickname as a little girl was 'cock.' You fucking idiot, oh my god.'
But Pedro was still laughing so much that he couldn't breathe, eventually giggling: 'I'm gonna suffocate.'
And needless to say, once this interview clip got out, it wasn't just Pedro laughing, with many people taking to social media to share their own reaction to the bizarre moment.Sharing the clip on X, one person wrote: 'her dry humor and his absolutely abominable mind is so funny omfg i LOVE it.''this shit has been taking me out since yesterday the 'you fucking idiot' has me in tears,' somebody else tweeted. Another echoed: 'I've been laughing about this all day today 😭''The way he immediately turned red,' another tweet observed, while one more joked: 'I'd pay a lot of money to have Dakota Johnson to call me a fucking idiot like this.'
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