No one knows how it’s going down. Except for maybe Jackie Brown.
Not, alas, a sequel to 5 Days.
You drilled a hole in the dentist?
Bin Laden is there. And you’re going to kill him for me.
The way they lied, those days have to be over.
No. The Mac is beige, I’m beige, the disk is blue, the shirt has to be white.
Lucille is my parole officer.
Two weddings and a funeral. And a baptism.
Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here. This is the War Room.
We’re gonna kill the Swede.
I wanted to watch 25 new (to me) films before the vernal equinox but I’d watched that many before the solstice.