A Classic

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 From time to time on a Monday, my lovely cinema does classic films.  I've seen a few this way, and hope to see a few more (The Wizard of Oz, for instance, next week).  But this fall they showed one that could not easily be topped.  I grew up watching it on tv with my family, and it got quoted a good bit, usually when my dad was trying to hurry us along (see the very last quote).  Seeing it on the big screen, especially after having been in Chicago for a few months last year, I laughed and laughed until my gut hurt and my cheeks cramped up.  Now THAT'S a good film. 

'It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.'

'We're on a mission from God.'

'This is definitely Lower Wacker Drive! If my estimations are correct, we should be very close to the Honorable Richard J. Daley Plaza!' 'That's where they got that Picasso.' Yep.'

'What kind of music do you usually have here?' 'Oh, we got both kinds. We got country *and* western.'

'How much for the little girl? How much for the women?' 'What?' 'Your women. I want to buy your women. The little girl, your daughters... sell them to me. Sell me your children.'

And, finally...

'Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut!'


Classic.