Tuesday, January 10, 2006
More Raising Arizona
An intense man approached the desk and slammed some legal files down and demanded from my colleague information about recidivism rates. I looked up and almost said, "Recidivism! Re-peat offender. Not a pretty name now, is it." But he looked like a completely humorless prick so I kept my mouth shut.
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He's probably never met a pretty little Desert Flower of a police officer.
Moses: An' when they was no meat we ate fowl. An' when they was no fowl we ate crawdad. An' when they was no crawdad to be foun', we ate San'.
HI: You ate what?
MOSES (nodding): We ate San'.
HI: You ate sand?!
MOSES: Dass right . . .
No, sir, that sure is one bonehead name, but that ain't me no mo'.
My favorite line.. "Son, you got a panty on your head"
Close second...
"H.I. I'm barren!"
That is my favorite movie. It never gets old.
Just help him out and tell him that you'd "rather light a candle than curse [his] darkness".
Great stuff as always.
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