Back-to-back tonight. Bring out the cornik and some Pepsi Max.
DB Sweeney was asked what it was like to kiss Moira Kelly and all he had to say was that "It's one of life's greatest pleasures."
I bought the movie poster of Cutting Edge during the 2003 Big Apple Comic Convention. It's safely tucked away with some other great stuff.
Hale: I don't like to see her upset.
Doug: If I was you, I'd invest in blindfolds.
Kate: If you're so bored, why don't you read?
Doug: You mean like a book?
Kate: That is the generally accepted format, yes.
Kate: What was the last book you read? You were in college?
Doug: The last thing I read in college was a letter canceling my scholarship when I couldn't play anymore.
Kate: Okay, high school.
Doug: I was a hockey player. The only thing I had to read was a scoreboard.
Kate: And they graduated you?
Doug: They revered me. I was a God.
Kate: What a tragic commentary on our times.
I love watching this not just cause of Moira Kelly's breathtaking beauty but for some great dialogue.
And this may be the best of the lot:
Simon Wilder: You asked the question, sir, now let me answer it. The beauty of the Constitution is that it can always be changed. The beauty of the Constitution is that it makes no set law other than faith in the wisdom of ordinary people to govern themselves.
Professor Pitkannan: Faith in the wisdom of the people is exactly what makes the Constitution incomplete and crude.
Simon Wilder: Crude? No, sir. Our "founding parents" were pompous, white, middle-aged farmers, but they were also great men. Because they knew one thing that all great men should know: that they didn't know everything. Sure, they'd make mistakes, but they made sure to leave a way to correct them. The president is not an "elected king," no matter how many bombs he can drop. Because the "crude" Constitution doesn't trust him. He's just a bum, okay Mr. Pitkannan? He's just a bum.
Simon Wilder: Which door do I leave from?
Professor Pitkannan: At Harvard we don't end our sentences with prepositions.
Simon Wilder: Okay. Which door do I leave from, asshole?