He wasn’t in a car; it was a freak accident when the water tower collapsed prematurely. More details here:

And it doesn’t have pushbutton door locks either.

I’ll raise you I Am Cuba (1964) - in a scene where student protestors overturn a police car, it has no drive shaft - and no rear axle/wheels/springs.

Why didn’t you loan him a quarter so he’d be done quicker?

Yes. Look up “sploshing.”

Oh my God, I’m still giggling - please tell me she says “pundints” for “pundits”.

Pinkham’s Law: Maybe she had a bad experience with a deep bowl?

To celebrate my 14th birthday, I made myself 14 pancakes. I managed to eat 11 of them and then didn’t want to see pancakes ever again for at least a day or two.

If I told you, they’d send out a hitman to kill me!

Monogrammed Thermos™ does both!

Or whether it’s a wad of mashed potatoes dyed green so it wouldn’t melt under the hot lights.

This was sometime between the murder and the sentencing when he was out on bond, I guess. The lady he was with is the one he later married.

Artist’s temperament, I guess - and the woman who told us not to look was rather condescending. My friend was a locally well-known Aztec painter and dancer who was paid well for the gig, and he must have thought she was treating him like a busboy? I’ve heard Ernest was a nice guy; maybe Tova didn’t want to be bothered.

In the mid-80s I was in San Diego at the Intercontinental Hotel helping one of my Aztec artist friends build a big Day of the Dead altar for a convention display. The manager came in and told us “Ernest Borgnine is going to be here - please don’t bother him.” Turns out it was some sort of entrepreneurs’ convention and…

This sounds similar to a sighting my boss and I had at Gus’s B-B-Q in South Pasadena. We were seated with my back to the door and my boss facing it. Suddenly my boss’s eyes bug out and he whispers, “Hey! That’s the guy who killed that woman!” I froze up and said, “Who, O.J.?” “No, the other guy!” I was about to say…

Wasn’t the Kargoyle his son Brett’s design? At least he’s the one I’ve always seen driving it.

Spot the blooper:

Good to hear - maybe after high school he grew up.

Heavens! Not our Saint Thomas of Hanks!

And David Copperfield himself is apparently like that as well (a friend of mine went to Metuchen HS with him).