I almost pity Sacha Baron Cohen in this picture. He has No Idea that Isla Fisher is plotting his death by the slowest, most painful method possible. He just thinks they are out for some exercise, so he's hustling, trying to break a sweat. Looks like he's having fun, while being as clueless as a real life Borat.
Isla, on the other hand, looks hot. Not sexy hot. More like she's fighting heat stroke and mulling over how much she hates SBC and is about to explode: "I am so GODDAMN HOT and it is ALL YOUR FAULT and if I don't get a decaf frappucino before I count to five so help me I will use an ice pick on you and I don't care if what I just said makes sense JUST GET ME THE DAMN FRAPPUCINO!
And then she will cry.
Yeah, that's a great stage of pregnancy. Good times for all.
Source: Celebrity Moms
