I worked at a candy store… and at least in my experience, whenever food is in reach of the public, it's been touched by the public. If you see a bowl of free samples, it's safe to assume at least one person has run their fingers through every last one of those jelly beans.

I really liked it. I wasn't planning on reading the book any time soon, but now I'm really curious.

I hate it when this is the thing people pick at in movies. It's only ever people with that accent who notice, and it's such a little thing it's usually easy to ignore (Dick Van Dykes of the world notwithstanding).

"My apologies to you and your adult son, sir. I mistook you for a pair of common street screwers."

Even more tangential! Last night I was talking to a former Air Force helicopter pilot who was stationed in Alaska, and it seemed like most of her job consisted of rescuing people from plane crashes. Why were there so many plane crashes in Alaska? Because hunters who chartered private planes would forget that loading…

The only thing I remember about this movie was a scene where one of the sisters is asked to play piano at a party. She looks at the sheet music and which says "Chopin" and announces she's going to play a song called "Chop-en."

I'll do you one better: