She did a fab movie with Anthony Perkins in the early 70's called Pretty Poison. He is kind of nutty in it,pretending to be a secret agent to impress the girl; and she is sort of a naughty girl.
The Pard and I almost stopped by your place after shooting the Wellington flashback scenes, but we had an Eric Idle Moment instead.
I should explain what an Eric Idle Moment is.
One night The Pard and I went to get a bite to eat after I got done with a performace of Arsenic and Old Lace. While at the restaurant, he said to me, "Well, now that it's over and past, I can tell you about it."
Me: "Tell me about what?"
He: "Somebody was performing in Lansing tonight."
Me: "What? Who?"
He: "Eric Idle."
Me: "Eric Idle was performing in Lansing tonight? Live?"
He: "Yeah. But I knew we couldn't go..."
Me: "Honey, you could have gone."
He: "...and you would've tried to convince me to go by myself, and I didn't want to go by myself, so I didn't tell you until it was too late."
Me: "Damn damn damn."
He: "I'm sorry."
Me: "I'm sorry."
He: "No, you had a show! That's what happens! There's nothing wrong with that!"
Me: "Damn damn damn."
He: "Was it wrong, that I didn't tell you?"
Me: "No, it was exactly right. If you'd told me before, I'd have gone nuts."
He: "I kinda figured."
Me: "Now I can just say damn damn damn and be over it."
He: "Mmm-hmm."
Me: "Damn damn damn."
He: "Are you over it?"
Me: "Yeah." < deep sigh > "You wanting dinner or just a sandwich?"
A week or so later, in the car right around the Jackson area, I said, "Umm, remember the Eric Idle thing?"
He: "Yes?"
Me: "Well, it just happened again."
He: "What do you mean?"
Me: "Ryan invited us to come over to his place after the shoot and kick back with him and his housemate."
He: "Did you want to do that? We could've done that!"
Me: "He invited us to kick back and << Watch Television >> with him and his housemate."
He: "Oh. Oh. Oh... Damn damn damn!"
Me: "And with that new managment team at your job making noises about testing people for having recently << Watched Television >> ..."
He: "I know. I know. Damn damn damn."
Me: "So I didn't tell you until we were over halfway home. Was that right?"
He: "Yes, that was exactly right. Damn damn damn."
Me: "You'd enjoy meeting his housemate, though. And I bet she'd enjoy meeting you."
He: "Damn damn damn."
Me: "I told him we'd take a rain check."
He: "I'm going to hold you to that. Damn damn damn." < deep sigh > "There's a gas station, you want a soda?"
Okay, perhaps you ARE fooling some people. But I doubt that you are fooling me, and if you are; don't bother telling me. I like things just as they are...
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and Adrien Brody can play my Hot hot Boss.
ummm
"yr like a velvet glove cast in iron--like the gas chamber...A REAL BLAST!"
--Faster Pussycat KILL KILL
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I highly reccomend it.
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I think I've gotten enough.
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i'm not worthy.
i shall build a temple in your honor
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I should explain what an Eric Idle Moment is.
One night The Pard and I went to get a bite to eat after I got done with a performace of Arsenic and Old Lace. While at the restaurant, he said to me, "Well, now that it's over and past, I can tell you about it."
Me: "Tell me about what?"
He: "Somebody was performing in Lansing tonight."
Me: "What? Who?"
He: "Eric Idle."
Me: "Eric Idle was performing in Lansing tonight? Live?"
He: "Yeah. But I knew we couldn't go..."
Me: "Honey, you could have gone."
He: "...and you would've tried to convince me to go by myself, and I didn't want to go by myself, so I didn't tell you until it was too late."
Me: "Damn damn damn."
He: "I'm sorry."
Me: "I'm sorry."
He: "No, you had a show! That's what happens! There's nothing wrong with that!"
Me: "Damn damn damn."
He: "Was it wrong, that I didn't tell you?"
Me: "No, it was exactly right. If you'd told me before, I'd have gone nuts."
He: "I kinda figured."
Me: "Now I can just say damn damn damn and be over it."
He: "Mmm-hmm."
Me: "Damn damn damn."
He: "Are you over it?"
Me: "Yeah." < deep sigh > "You wanting dinner or just a sandwich?"
A week or so later, in the car right around the Jackson area, I said, "Umm, remember the Eric Idle thing?"
He: "Yes?"
Me: "Well, it just happened again."
He: "What do you mean?"
Me: "Ryan invited us to come over to his place after the shoot and kick back with him and his housemate."
He: "Did you want to do that? We could've done that!"
Me: "He invited us to kick back and << Watch Television >> with him and his housemate."
He: "Oh. Oh. Oh... Damn damn damn!"
Me: "And with that new managment team at your job making noises about testing people for having recently << Watched Television >> ..."
He: "I know. I know. Damn damn damn."
Me: "So I didn't tell you until we were over halfway home. Was that right?"
He: "Yes, that was exactly right. Damn damn damn."
Me: "You'd enjoy meeting his housemate, though. And I bet she'd enjoy meeting you."
He: "Damn damn damn."
Me: "I told him we'd take a rain check."
He: "I'm going to hold you to that. Damn damn damn." < deep sigh > "There's a gas station, you want a soda?"
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Well fortunately, you and the pard are always welcome. We watch a surprising amount of television at our place...
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I mean...damn.
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