"Yeah, Ice. It's the Ethical Zealots unit. You're going to have to get used to that kind of thing."

Yeah, I just keep thinking about that. How great it would be when the host asks if the actor enjoyed working with so-and-so and there's just this loooooong pause.

"So, I've got good news and bad news about that song I wrote for you and your racing. Bad news is, it's not about you anymore, it's for a splashy Hollywood movie about spoiled beautiful people. Good news is, I'm going to make a fortune."
"How is that good news?"
"It's good news for me."

Well, he very deliberately put in a lot of Ford imagery and themes, I know that. In fact (so I've read), the big siege on the truck finale is a direct re-telling/homage of the final assault in Stagecoach - even down to the approximate time of the assault.

I just showed it to a friend, and he loved it. He couldn't believe how inventive it was and how tight the narrative. Had to ask a couple times when it was made.

Guess Who.

No, Who's on first stage.

"Did you bring a present for me?"
"Looks like we're shy one present."
"Nope. You brought two too many."

But he's the Dragonslayer. You think he can't slay a hacker?

*whistles*
Two days ago I saw a dog-crate that'll haul those pooches. You wanna get out of here? Talk to me.

If nothing else, it'd be a great way to make Flanders admit that he grabbed her sweet CAN.

Will it make me wet?
YEAH!
Will it make me sweat?
YEAH!
Well, well, well, well…

Boat Trip? We've never heard of it! You must be thinking of a different Hollywood…

Those I'm wary of. It's the revisionist "Uh, heh, we've ALWAYS loved gays!" stories I'm dreading.

Well, certainly what Crank needed was less silliness.

I have to hold out until Saturday. I have a couple friends to whom I've preached the gospel who are going with me, and I think I bring it up literally every time I see them.

Woulda bin a shame to blaow it up.

See, I've got the same intensity, but mine is more like furious stillness. Like if somebody tapped my shoulder I'd explode, or jump through a window shrieking a joyous war cry.

"What?! No, not a big one, Something… you know… womany."

When I was in high school I worked in a movie theater and Rambo III had come out (yes, that's how old I am). A mom came in with two young children, about 9 years old. She asked if there was anything inappropriate for kids. I said, well, it's a Rambo movie. The movie is non-stop killing. People are beheaded. Rambo…