“I’m about to chop your head off, chum. I’m not really worried about what type you are, as long as you’re delicious.”
Reason #192 why I don’t own a pet.
Sometime I like to imagine what’s going to happen next in these scenarios. I’m also an optimist, so I’m imagining that this scene takes place right before the “I Do’s” and that the groom leaves her sorry a$$ right there at the altar (also that, as he makes his exit past the table with the pile of gifts, there’s a toaster and he takes it with him).
Not until now did I feel the need to thank my mother for feeding us reasonably healthful meals when we were growing up that also appealed to our taste buds.
Those buildings might fit in nicely in the Batman stories of the 1950s, where gigantic advertising props were all the rage in Gotham City (apparently the brainchild of one particular advertising agency, as I understand the backstory).
Brutus, Brutus, Brutus . . . no matter what you said, Veeblefester might have shot you down (I know, he’s been known to do that, often) but you could have tried.
Loved the movie. I’ve never read the book, though I think at one point I had a copy. I may have let it go during the Great Book Downsizing (i.e., my move to smaller quarters).
This one is a winner, because although it refers to Aunty’s underwear, for once we didn’t have to see her in her underwear!
There can be more than one solution to a problem, Flo.
The kid is skipping over a few facts, such as that he isn’t paying anyone any wage, and all his supplies come for free from Mom and Dad. Also he’s obviously clueless about his market, since he’ll have a long wait for even one customer. Guessing he got this idea from someone in his life he heard complaining about what would happen to prices if people are actually paid a decent wage for their work.