“Sheila, you know what it was? I was staring into the smiling face of mediocrity.”
“What does he look like?”
“Sex on a STICK, that’s what he looks like.”
Picture pulled up on phone, shown.
“Holy shit.”
“There are 10 Ruth Chatterton movies I haven’t seen, so my understanding of her is not complete.”
“That was when I was dating the homeless man. Well, He wasn’t homeless. He lived at the Y. He looked like John Travolta.”
“What era Travolta?”
“Welcome Back, Kotter era.”
“Oh … so … ”
“Hot. Yeah.”
“But then everyone will say ‘Why are you reviewing the BOOK and not the movie?'”
“Oh, who CARES.”
“I only slept 5 hours a night.”
“Oh my God, I would go CRAZY.”
“Well. I DID go crazy.”
“It’s fine to have 6 divas on the show, but to have them all in the frame at the same time … it’s just too much.”
Multiple imitations of Claude Rains’ mother in Notorious:
“We are protected by the enormity of your stupidity. For a time.”
“I have expected this” (reach for cigarette on bedside table)
and
“I wonder why.”
These commercials were discussed for half an hour. Our discussion involved pulling up the Wikipedia page for High Point and we learned a lot about the history of High Point, which involved Sanka, and the brand re-design.
And finally:
“Siri, what is butt sex?”
/“But then everyone will say ‘Why are you reviewing the BOOK and not the movie?’”
“Oh, who CARES.”/
Apropos of nothing, looking forward to “Winter’s Tale?”
A propos of “that is exactly what was being discussed!!” – I saw Winter’s Tale last week at a press screening and am reviewing for Ebert. It’ll go up Friday!
I hope it’s excellent. I imagine you can’t comment until Friday.
Nope! No comment! :)