What an impact.
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.
I’m not a real mom, I’m a cool mom.
We’ll always have Paris.
Whether from Oscar worthy films or cult classics, certain lines of dialogue stick with us years after we first drink them in off of the silver screen. Some, like Rhett Butler’s aforementioned brush off and Rick Blaine’s lovelorn farewell, permeate the phrase banks of those who haven’t even seen the film . Others, like the explanation from Amy Poehler’s modern matriarch in “Mean Girls” are most fun when recited randomly by non-parents.
I’ll admit to uttering all of these – not to mention, knowing the majority of Tina Fey’s script, verbatim – on occasion; but every once and a while some long forgotten blurb will resurface from the dregs of my brain, slip past my lips, and surprise even me.
Gate – errr – aiiid.
This was one of those times.
Beats me what my roommate and I were discussing, but Bah-bah-bah-Bobby Boucher’s trigger fit the bill and sent us into a cascade of giggles.
I may no longer have a clue as to the significance of sine, cosine, and tangent, much less anything else I learned in high school, but eleven years later Adam Sandler sound bytes continue to dance across my hippocampus.
