yoshue wrote:
Far From Heaven, Far From Heaven! Then Gosford Park.
And three cheers for Wet Hot American Summer, which I just watched yesterday for the first time in a few years. I haven't laughed that hard in ages. I don't remember it being that funny. Not even close.
Until this thread, I had not realized that USA Films had morphed into Focus. No idea.
Weird. I didn't know that either.
But yeah, Wet Hot American Summer is great. One of my favorite comedies of all time.
Can of Vegetables: If you wanna smear mud on your ass, smear mud on your ass, just be honest about it. Look Gene, I've never told anyone this before, but I can suck my own dick, and I do it... a lot.
Caped Boy: Excuse me, ladies. You may remember me as the guy who came to dinner a few weeks ago with underwear on my head. My name is Keith Stat from Millburn, New Jersey. State bird, the mosquito. And as you may have heard I am recently a crowned class B dungeon-master. So if any of you would like to play D&D today, please speak now or forever hold your peace.
[He chuckles, and there is an awkward silence at the table]
Caped Boy: Anyone? Alexa!
[Alexa gives him a withering glare]
Caped Boy: Maybe you would like to join in? We do need a druid, and you have definitely cast a level 5 charm spell on me.
Alexa: In your dreams, douche-bag!
Caped Boy: Douche-bags are hygienic products, I take that as a compliment. Thank you.
[Keith walks off]
Alexa: Ewww!
Lindsay: What 'cha doing?
Andy: Writing in my gournal. I write my thoughts in it every day.
Lindsay: Oh, you mean a journal?
Andy: Yeah, whatever. I guess I'm not all smart like you.
Gail: I hope you like shrimp cocktail, because I want you to be guests of honor at our wedding next week!
Beth: Well, I hope it's not jumbo shrimp because I'm allergic to oxymorons!
Gene: Now finish up them taters, I'm gonna go fondle my sweaters.
Gary: Come on - what?
Gene: Finish up the taters.
Gary: And then what did you say?
Gene: And then what did I say?
Gary: You said you were going to... fondle your sweaters.
Gene: Ah, uh - no I didn't. I said fondue cheddar, I was thinking about making fondue with cheddar cheese for dinner tonight.
Gary: No Gene, that is not what you said.
Gene: That is what I said. Fondue cheddar
Gene: Now we need to make 8 gallons of bug juice by snack hour, do you know where the powder packets are?
Gary: Yeah.
Gene: In the pantry, above the sink, right next to my bottle of dick cream. Uh, wait, forget that last part.
Gary: Did you say dick cream?
Gene: No! I said next to my... stick... team, you know stick team! Stickball! Go away leave me alone!
Beth: Well guys, we've made it to the end of the summer in one piece, except for a few campers who are lepers
Andy: You taste like a burger. I don't like you anymore.
Andy: You French great.
Lindsay: You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Man
