Or the complete Hemispheres.

Cynic.

Rah-ruh!

It's a shame they didn't cast him 15 years ago, and it's a shame he's got no shot at it this time either, but this should totally be Taye Diggs. Somebody who actually looks like he's a sex machine to all the chicks. I love Sam Jackson, and he's super-talented and all that, but he was really bad as Shaft. Bad choice…

Huh. Whadda you know? It disintegrated.

Maybe you should stop groping them on the subway.

What am yours point?

Eeeeeewwwwwwww……

If this is Kevin Hart we're talking about, then more like Gherkin, amiright?

See to the widow Pac-Man.

Terry loves his fresh produce!

Yeah, but Terry's sweat smells like Old Spice, and can used as an industrial lubricant that reduces friction to a degree that allows for perpetual motion.

Ooh, that's a south-of-the-Equator burn!

Nobody talked down Billy Wilder as a visual stylist more than Billy Wilder, and it was total bullshit even coming from him. I think it was probably primarily motivated by his populist instincts. Billy Wilder clearly didn't want to be a critical darling; he wanted big, fat hits. And the wider audience at the time…

Yeah, even given my overall opinion of this movie (see above), it did have some great exchanges, including a beautifully subtle, wonderfully dirty double entendre, where Ray Walston is prattling on about how much he likes his house, and concludes by saying,

Scientology is a cult!

Or as they're called in England, gravedigger's biscuits.

Hey, she starred in a movie.

No it isn't. It's interesting this write up never talks about Ray Walston beyond mentioning he's in it, because he's more the star of the movie than Dean is. In fact, Dean (who is a lot of fun in this movie) disappears for a long time right after the setup, and what you're left with in the interim is a disastrous…

Coming this spring to theaters, Mae's Whitman's DUFF.