At 83 years old, Harrison Ford has earned the right to say whatever he wants. The gravel in his voice has only grown more pronounced with time, a fitting soundtrack to a career built on playing rugged, no-nonsense heroes. The iconic grin that once launched a thousand crushes is now paired with a brutal honesty that can only be forged from decades in the Hollywood crucible. In a recent interview that left the audience stunned, the legendary actor decided to finally answer the kind of question most stars spend their careers expertly dodging.

The host, leaning in with a playful grin, ventured into dangerous territory. “Harrison, in all your years,” he began, “who were the women in Hollywood that really got to you? The ones you secretly wanted to take home, even if it was just once?” The studio audience laughed nervously, anticipating a polite deflection or a witty non-answer. But Ford did neither. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t even blink. Instead, he leaned forward, his eyes glinting with the same roguish spark that defined Han Solo and Indiana Jones, and delivered a line that silenced the room: “Seven. There are seven women who could have had me, no questions asked.”

A low, dangerous chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Don’t act so shocked,” he growled, a playful fire in his eyes. “You don’t spend 50 years in this town without a few sleepless nights wondering what it would have been like if the cameras stopped rolling.” The fuse was lit. Prodded for names, Ford initially smirked and shook his head, savoring the suspense. Then, with a sly shrug, he leaned into the microphone. “What the hell? I’m 83. Who’s going to stop me now?” The room erupted. And just like that, the eternal rogue began to name the women who haunted his daydreams—his co-stars, his on-screen lovers, and the legends who made even the galaxy’s most notorious scoundrel weak in the knees.

1. Carrie Fisher: The Rebel Princess Who Knew His Every Thought

The first name to leave his lips was perhaps the most expected, yet it still landed with the force of a revelation. “Carrie Fisher,” he said, a half-grin creeping across his face. “God, she was troubled, brilliant, wickedly funny. Sharper than anyone in the room and gorgeous, of course.” Their explosive chemistry as Han Solo and Princess Leia is the stuff of cinematic legend, a fire that, according to Ford, burned just as brightly off-screen. “She knew exactly how to cut me down to size, and that made her irresistible,” he admitted.

He described a connection that went far beyond the script. “She had this way of looking at you like she’d already figured you out,” he recalled, “like she knew every bad idea running through your head and, instead of stopping you, she dared you to go through with it.” Ford confessed that their on-screen tension was often just a thinly veiled attempt to conceal their real feelings. “People thought we were acting half the time. Truth is, we were just trying not to give ourselves away.” For him, Carrie’s danger wasn’t just her beauty, but her razor-sharp wit. He spoke of her whispering outrageous things to him right before a take, leaving him flustered and trying not to laugh as the director yelled, “Action!” His voice dropped low with a raw honesty. “Carrie wasn’t the kind of woman you forget. She wasn’t the kind you got over. She was the kind you always wanted one more night with.” With an unrepentant grin, he concluded, “If she’d ever said the word back then, I’d have followed her straight into hyperspace. And I wouldn’t have looked back.”

2. Sigourney Weaver: The Untouchable Sci-Fi Queen

Next on his list was a woman who commanded a different kind of universe. “Sigourney Weaver. My God,” he chuckled, rubbing his chin. He spoke of watching her in Alien and feeling the collective awe of every man in Hollywood. “She walked on screen and suddenly every guy wanted to know what it would be like to have her look at him like that—steady, unblinking, like you’d just been measured and found wanting.” He admired her poise and no-nonsense attitude, an authority that made every set feel like her personal kingdom.

“I was Indiana Jones, Han Solo, big heroes, right?” he mused. “But Sigourney, she made you feel like she was the one who was going to save the day. And hell, half of me wanted her to save me personally.” What truly captivated him was her subtlety. She didn’t need to flirt; her presence alone was an invitation. Her rare smile, he claimed, was devastating. “It wasn’t playful, it wasn’t coy. It was like she knew exactly what you were thinking, and she was deciding whether to let you have it or not.” He laughed, admitting that had he ever been alone with her in the 80s, professionalism would have been the first casualty. “She had that mix of power and poise that makes you want to hand yourself over and say, ‘Okay, what happens next?’”

3. Sophia Loren: The Inevitable Italian Goddess

His gaze turned to the golden age of international cinema. “Sophia Loren,” he said, the name itself seeming to carry weight and history. “Good Lord. She didn’t need dialogue; she was dialogue. Everything about her spoke, and every man listened.” Ford admitted to studying her films in the 60s and 70s with a hungry intensity, mesmerized by the fire in her performances. “It wasn’t just beauty,” he explained. “It was the way she looked at you, like she knew exactly how much trouble she was about to cause, and she wanted you to thank her for it.”

He confessed that the mere thought of sitting next to her at a Hollywood dinner was enough to make him forget his own name. For Ford, Sophia embodied a force of nature. “She didn’t ask for permission. She was permission,” he stated, his voice full of awe. “There are beautiful women, and then there are women who rewrite your definition of beautiful. Sophia Loren did that. She made you believe desire wasn’t just natural; it was inevitable.” When asked what he would have done if she had ever whispered his name, his answer was swift and unrepentant. “I’d have followed her anywhere. Straight into the fire if that’s where she was going. And I wouldn’t have regretted a damn thing.”

4. Raquel Welch: The Seismic Bombshell

Leaning back in his chair, a nostalgic smile played on his lips. “Raquel Welch,” he sighed. “My God, she wasn’t just beautiful; she was a seismic event. The first time I saw her on screen, I swear I forgot how to breathe.” He described her as a force that didn’t just command attention but demanded surrender. While every guy in America had her poster on his wall, Ford was already daydreaming about what would happen if she walked into the room in person.

He was struck by her nerve and her unapologetic awareness of her own power. “She didn’t play the coy card,” he said. “She was bold, completely aware of the effect she had.” He laughed at the thought of them ever sharing a set. “We’d have burned the film stock. No director in the world could have kept that under control.” For him, Raquel Welch wasn’t just an actress; she was temptation personified. “Some women you admire,” he confessed. “Raquel was the kind you survive, if you’re lucky.”

5. Meryl Streep: The Brilliant Aphrodisiac

When her name came up, a different kind of smile appeared—one of pure, unadulterated respect. “Meryl Streep,” he said, almost reverently. “You think about her as this untouchable talent, the greatest actress of her generation, and that’s true. But here’s the thing nobody says out loud: she’s also devastatingly magnetic.” He described an intensity that went beyond her craft, an ability to make you feel like the only person in the room.

“When Meryl Streep looks at you,” he explained, “I don’t care how tough you think you are, you melt.” It wasn’t just her beauty that struck him, but the power in her restraint and her fearless intelligence. “That’s the kind of fire that keeps a man awake at night,” he admitted. When the host teased him about his chances, Ford smirked. “Not a damn one. And that’s exactly why I’d have tried anyway.” For him, Meryl was living proof that the most potent attraction isn’t about scandal or flash. “Brilliance,” he concluded, “is one hell of an aphrodisiac.”

6. Michelle Pfeiffer: The Dangerous Enchantress

A slow, knowing grin spread across his face as he named the final actress on his public list. “Michelle Pfeiffer. My God, she wasn’t just gorgeous; she was dangerous.” From Scarface to her unforgettable turn as Catwoman, he saw her as the kind of woman who could ruin a man in the best possible way. “You’d look at her and immediately know, this is the kind of woman who could ruin you, and you’d thank her for it.”

He was captivated by the edge she brought to her elegance, the sense that she held secrets you’d never be ready for. “She wasn’t playing at mystery; she was mystery,” he said. “Sharp, smart, not giving an inch. That’s what made you want to chase her, because you knew she’d make you work for every second.” He admitted that if she had ever crooked a finger at him, Han Solo wouldn’t have made it back to the Millennium Falcon that night. “Some women make you want to protect them,” he concluded. “Michelle made you want to surrender.”