stringertom
Bionic Poster
Problems whiff spellink beegan four mee win eye got two no a poaster hear bye the name uv @slice bh compliment
Yet another word game
- Thread starter Rafa.the.Magnificent
- Start date
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
Spelling omissions are commonly indicated with an apostrophe.
"Rock 'N' Roll Star"
"Rock 'N' Roll Star"
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Roll Star is just one of many monikers earned by our man living on the West Coast near the Mexican border.
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
The Mexican border town in the famous opening tracking shot in A Touch of Evil was actually shot in Venice.
Rafa.the.Magnificent
G.O.A.T.
Canals can refer to anatomical structures such as the inguinal canal or the spinal canal and often denotes a tubular passage or channel.
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Tunnel Of Love by The Bawss was the first “album” I ever purchased in CD format.
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
CD format is well represented on my shelves, though they have been converted to digital.
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Digital dexterity is required to fully appreciate the most famous vid in tennis history. Pause, rewind, play; lather, rinse and repeat.
Rafa.the.Magnificent
G.O.A.T.
Binge-watching old “Martin” episodes can be a nice way to wile away a few hours.
stringertom
Bionic Poster
A few hours tomorrow will be spent watching the first season marathon of On Becoming A God In Central Florida before the season’s final episode.
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
"Galore . . . I think Galore's the last name . . . what is the first again?"
Vcore89
Talk Tennis Guru
Again, had Ms Galore's first name--P ssy--been by any other name would smell as sweet according to The Bard.
"Galore . . . I think Galore's the last name . . . what is the first again?"
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Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
The bard LDR wonders if you would like a Pepsi Cola.
stringertom
Bionic Poster
My bike is a Giant Escape 1 Hybrid bought second-hand but in great shape and at a nice price.
Rafa.the.Magnificent
G.O.A.T.
Price is a rather unique name for male babies; in fact it is my cousin’s name.
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
My cousin's name is Kevin. He's perfect.
Now, I've got a cousin called Kevin
He's sure to go to heaven
Always spotless, clean and neat
As smooth as you'll get 'em
He's got a fur lined sheepskin jacket
My ma said they cost a packet
But she won't even let me explain
That me and Kevin we're just not the same
Oh, my perfect cousin
What I like to do he doesn't
He's his family's pride and joy
His mother's little golden boy
He's got a degree in economics
Maths, physics and bionics
He thinks that I'm a cabbage
'Cause I hate University Challenge
Even at the age of ten
Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then
He always beat me at Subbuteo
'Cause he "flicked to kick"
And I didn't know
Oh, my perfect cousin
What I like to do he doesn't
He's his family's pride and joy
His mother's little golden boy
His mother bought him a synthesiser
Got the Human League into advise her
Now he's making lots of noise
Playing along with the art school boys
Girls try to attract his attention
But what a shame, it's in vain, total rejection
He will never be left on the shelf
'Cause Kevin, he's in love with himself
Oh, my perfect cousin
What I like to do he doesn't
He's his family's pride and joy
His mother's little golden boy
Now, I've got a cousin called Kevin
He's sure to go to heaven
Always spotless, clean and neat
As smooth as you'll get 'em
He's got a fur lined sheepskin jacket
My ma said they cost a packet
But she won't even let me explain
That me and Kevin we're just not the same
Oh, my perfect cousin
What I like to do he doesn't
He's his family's pride and joy
His mother's little golden boy
He's got a degree in economics
Maths, physics and bionics
He thinks that I'm a cabbage
'Cause I hate University Challenge
Even at the age of ten
Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then
He always beat me at Subbuteo
'Cause he "flicked to kick"
And I didn't know
Oh, my perfect cousin
What I like to do he doesn't
He's his family's pride and joy
His mother's little golden boy
His mother bought him a synthesiser
Got the Human League into advise her
Now he's making lots of noise
Playing along with the art school boys
Girls try to attract his attention
But what a shame, it's in vain, total rejection
He will never be left on the shelf
'Cause Kevin, he's in love with himself
Oh, my perfect cousin
What I like to do he doesn't
He's his family's pride and joy
His mother's little golden boy
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Golden Boy is the title of a play by Clifford Odets that was adapted to the screen in 1939 and starred a very young William Holden as a conflicted young violinist/pugilist faced with a decision as to which career to pursue.
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
To pursue a slice at Golden Boy Pizza is a common goal of the inebriated in North Beach.
Rafa.the.Magnificent
G.O.A.T.
Beaches in Maldives appear as a little slice of heaven!
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Heaven Can Wait is a film made in the 1970s starring Warren Beatty as the star LA Rams QB Joe Pendleton, whose life ends a bit early due to a faulty “angel of death” and his improper identification. He is given a new life by the higher power and becomes a recently deceased multimillionaire, who died at the hands of his scheming wife and accountant.
The 70s version is a remake of the 1940s original film Here Comes Mr. Jordan in which the dead athlete was a boxer. The title character Mr. Jordan is the higher power and that role was first portrayed by Claude Rains. In the remake he is played by James Mason.
The 70s version is a remake of the 1940s original film Here Comes Mr. Jordan in which the dead athlete was a boxer. The title character Mr. Jordan is the higher power and that role was first portrayed by Claude Rains. In the remake he is played by James Mason.
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
Masonry leads to more bricks in the wall.
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Wally Pipp sat out a game and never got his job back from The Iron Horse.
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
"The Iron Horse" sounds like a name for a British pub.
From Drunken Ducks to Unruly Pigs: British pubs with quirky animal names
The British love animals, and we love pubs. What could be better than a combination of the two?
Britain’s pubs have all manner of colourful names, and after this list caught our eye the other day we thought we’d take a look a look at some of the best animal-related pub names in the country.
The Black *****
People born in Linlithgow are apparently known as “black bitches” – a name which derives from the fact that the burgh’s coat of arms features a black greyhound chained to a tree. The origins of that image, however, are murky: the most popular of several rival explanations is that the dog’s owner was punished for a crime by being exiled to an island in Linlithgow Loch, where the authorities intended that he should starve to death. His dog did its best to save him: the tried to swim across the loch to bring her master food, only to be chained up to stop her saving him. The dog’s loyalty and perseverance earned it this place in posterity.
(The Black ***** Pub; 01506 842 147)
The Bull & Spectacles
This pub in the Staffordshire town of Blithbury derives its name from a strange incident that drew an even stranger suggested solution. A local bull took ill after eating poisonous berries, leading a local pub bore to suggest that the bull needed glasses to prevent it from happening again. Nonsense, of course; how would the bull have managed to fit in the optician’s chair to get his prescription?
(The Bull and Spectacles; 01889 504201)
The Drunken Duck
A 19th century landlady of this lovely Lake District pub apparently found a group of ducks lying still on the floor of her cellar, seemingly having expired after drinking beer split across the floor. The story goes that she assumed them to be dead, she prepared them for cooking – only for the ducks to regain consciousness just as they were about to be put into the oven. Quite how the ducks managed to sleep through their plucking, gutting and stuffing is, sadly, not recorded.
(drunkenduckinn.co.uk; 015394 363 47)
The Three-Legged Mare
This sounds rather charming – you’d imagine a venerable old horse, put to retire in peace despite having lost a leg in some sort of accident after a life of faithful service. It’s no such thing: a ‘three-legged mare’ is actually medieval term for a gallows that can hang three people at once. Delightful.
(www.threeleggedmareyork.co.uk; 01904 638246)
The Cat & Custard Pot
There’s no story of cats springing out of custard at this place in the heart of the Cotswolds – the name instead comes from a novel called Handley Cross by R S Surtees, which referred to ‘Cat and Custard Pot Day’. Back in the 1920s the landlord decided it would make a fine name for his pub.
(catandcustard.co.uk; 01666 880 249)
The Swan With Two Necks
There are a several pubs in Britain that share this name – this picture comes from one in Staffordshire. The name dates back to Elizabethan England when Good Queen Bess gave swans as gifts, the lucky recipients marking each of them with two ‘nicks’ to mark them. Over the years, this was corrupted into ‘necks’; future genetic research, of course, may one day mean that this name can be used more literally.
(theswanwithtwonecks.co.uk; 01782 680 343)
The Goat & Tricycle
Disappointing news on this brilliantly-named place in Bournemouth: it is one of a number of modern pubs which has plucked a name from thin air purely for the giggles. Perhaps it was always thus; one day, someone will cook up a fine story about a plucky goat who escaped from a farmyard and was found in a child’s cycle shop sitting astride said tricycle; and in 200 years’ time it’ll be repeated on lists such as this.
(www.goatandtricycle.co.uk; 01202 314 220)
The Moody Cow
Upton Bishop used to be home to the Wykham Arms, but it was renamed at the turn of the 21st century, by a new landlord trying to earn himself a bit of PR with an ironically-offensive new name. He rather unconvincingly deflects allegations of sexism by pointing, disingenuously, to the pictures and statues of cattle which adorn the pub.
(www.moodycowpub.com; 01989 780 470)
Ape & Apple
The Ape & Apple in Manchester is just 20 years time, so it’s not a historic name – but it is an interesting one. The chimpanzee holding an apple while sitting atop a beer barrel with a pint of foaming ale at his side is said to be a twist on the bible’s creation myth: the ape has eaten the forbidden fruit, with his resulting loss of innocence sped up via the invention of beer.
(www.joseph-holt.com/pubs/view/ape-and-apple; 0161 839 9624)
The Unruly Pig
This gastropub was the oddly-named ‘British Larder’ until 2015, when the owners wisely came up with a new moniker that conjures up an image of one of the many local pigs from the surrounding Suffolk farmland breaking into the bar and causing havoc.
(theunrulypig.co.uk; 01394 460 310)
The Fat Cat
This Norwich pub opened for business in 1991, in the depths of the recession that followed the 1980s financial boom, and in the same year that the notorious Robert Maxwell went over the side of his boat. Owner Colin Keatley claims he just likes the rhyming name, but it’s hard not to imagine that Maxwell wasn’t at least somewhere in the back of his mind.
(www.fatcatpub.co.uk; 01603 624 364)
The Snooty Fox
This Tetbury pub was, boringly, called the White Hart until the 1970s when owner Maxwell Joseph came into conflict with the Beaufort Hunt, who apparently black-balled him as they disapproved of him having made his money in industry. They’d been happy to hold meetings in the pub for many years, however, and Joseph retaliated by barring the lot of them. He renamed his establishment the Snooty Fox in their honour – and even had a stuffed fox at the entrance for many years…. until it was stolen just a few years ago, bringing a new meaning to the phrase ‘fox hunting’.
(www.snooty-fox.co.uk; 01666 502436)
The Sheep Heid Inn
James VI of Scotland (and later James I of England) was said to frequent this Edinburgh pub in the 1580s, and apparently inspired the name itself when he gave an ornate ram’s head snuff box to the landlord – whether as a token of gratitude or to clear a tab isn’t entirely clear. There is an alternative explanation involving ‘sheep’s heid broth’ (i.e. soup made from sheep’s heads) as the pub is close to former grazing land in nearby Holyrood Park.
(www.thesheepheidedinburgh.co.uk; 0131 661 7974)
https://www.countrylife.co.uk/food-...-british-pubs-with-quirky-animal-names-159959
From Drunken Ducks to Unruly Pigs: British pubs with quirky animal names
The British love animals, and we love pubs. What could be better than a combination of the two?
Britain’s pubs have all manner of colourful names, and after this list caught our eye the other day we thought we’d take a look a look at some of the best animal-related pub names in the country.
The Black *****
People born in Linlithgow are apparently known as “black bitches” – a name which derives from the fact that the burgh’s coat of arms features a black greyhound chained to a tree. The origins of that image, however, are murky: the most popular of several rival explanations is that the dog’s owner was punished for a crime by being exiled to an island in Linlithgow Loch, where the authorities intended that he should starve to death. His dog did its best to save him: the tried to swim across the loch to bring her master food, only to be chained up to stop her saving him. The dog’s loyalty and perseverance earned it this place in posterity.
(The Black ***** Pub; 01506 842 147)
The Bull & Spectacles
This pub in the Staffordshire town of Blithbury derives its name from a strange incident that drew an even stranger suggested solution. A local bull took ill after eating poisonous berries, leading a local pub bore to suggest that the bull needed glasses to prevent it from happening again. Nonsense, of course; how would the bull have managed to fit in the optician’s chair to get his prescription?
(The Bull and Spectacles; 01889 504201)
The Drunken Duck
A 19th century landlady of this lovely Lake District pub apparently found a group of ducks lying still on the floor of her cellar, seemingly having expired after drinking beer split across the floor. The story goes that she assumed them to be dead, she prepared them for cooking – only for the ducks to regain consciousness just as they were about to be put into the oven. Quite how the ducks managed to sleep through their plucking, gutting and stuffing is, sadly, not recorded.
(drunkenduckinn.co.uk; 015394 363 47)
The Three-Legged Mare
This sounds rather charming – you’d imagine a venerable old horse, put to retire in peace despite having lost a leg in some sort of accident after a life of faithful service. It’s no such thing: a ‘three-legged mare’ is actually medieval term for a gallows that can hang three people at once. Delightful.
(www.threeleggedmareyork.co.uk; 01904 638246)
The Cat & Custard Pot
There’s no story of cats springing out of custard at this place in the heart of the Cotswolds – the name instead comes from a novel called Handley Cross by R S Surtees, which referred to ‘Cat and Custard Pot Day’. Back in the 1920s the landlord decided it would make a fine name for his pub.
(catandcustard.co.uk; 01666 880 249)
The Swan With Two Necks
There are a several pubs in Britain that share this name – this picture comes from one in Staffordshire. The name dates back to Elizabethan England when Good Queen Bess gave swans as gifts, the lucky recipients marking each of them with two ‘nicks’ to mark them. Over the years, this was corrupted into ‘necks’; future genetic research, of course, may one day mean that this name can be used more literally.
(theswanwithtwonecks.co.uk; 01782 680 343)
The Goat & Tricycle
Disappointing news on this brilliantly-named place in Bournemouth: it is one of a number of modern pubs which has plucked a name from thin air purely for the giggles. Perhaps it was always thus; one day, someone will cook up a fine story about a plucky goat who escaped from a farmyard and was found in a child’s cycle shop sitting astride said tricycle; and in 200 years’ time it’ll be repeated on lists such as this.
(www.goatandtricycle.co.uk; 01202 314 220)
The Moody Cow
Upton Bishop used to be home to the Wykham Arms, but it was renamed at the turn of the 21st century, by a new landlord trying to earn himself a bit of PR with an ironically-offensive new name. He rather unconvincingly deflects allegations of sexism by pointing, disingenuously, to the pictures and statues of cattle which adorn the pub.
(www.moodycowpub.com; 01989 780 470)
Ape & Apple
The Ape & Apple in Manchester is just 20 years time, so it’s not a historic name – but it is an interesting one. The chimpanzee holding an apple while sitting atop a beer barrel with a pint of foaming ale at his side is said to be a twist on the bible’s creation myth: the ape has eaten the forbidden fruit, with his resulting loss of innocence sped up via the invention of beer.
(www.joseph-holt.com/pubs/view/ape-and-apple; 0161 839 9624)
The Unruly Pig
This gastropub was the oddly-named ‘British Larder’ until 2015, when the owners wisely came up with a new moniker that conjures up an image of one of the many local pigs from the surrounding Suffolk farmland breaking into the bar and causing havoc.
(theunrulypig.co.uk; 01394 460 310)
The Fat Cat
This Norwich pub opened for business in 1991, in the depths of the recession that followed the 1980s financial boom, and in the same year that the notorious Robert Maxwell went over the side of his boat. Owner Colin Keatley claims he just likes the rhyming name, but it’s hard not to imagine that Maxwell wasn’t at least somewhere in the back of his mind.
(www.fatcatpub.co.uk; 01603 624 364)
The Snooty Fox
This Tetbury pub was, boringly, called the White Hart until the 1970s when owner Maxwell Joseph came into conflict with the Beaufort Hunt, who apparently black-balled him as they disapproved of him having made his money in industry. They’d been happy to hold meetings in the pub for many years, however, and Joseph retaliated by barring the lot of them. He renamed his establishment the Snooty Fox in their honour – and even had a stuffed fox at the entrance for many years…. until it was stolen just a few years ago, bringing a new meaning to the phrase ‘fox hunting’.
(www.snooty-fox.co.uk; 01666 502436)
The Sheep Heid Inn
James VI of Scotland (and later James I of England) was said to frequent this Edinburgh pub in the 1580s, and apparently inspired the name itself when he gave an ornate ram’s head snuff box to the landlord – whether as a token of gratitude or to clear a tab isn’t entirely clear. There is an alternative explanation involving ‘sheep’s heid broth’ (i.e. soup made from sheep’s heads) as the pub is close to former grazing land in nearby Holyrood Park.
(www.thesheepheidedinburgh.co.uk; 0131 661 7974)
https://www.countrylife.co.uk/food-...-british-pubs-with-quirky-animal-names-159959
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Holyrood Park is just one of many Edinburgh locales that are scenes for action in the plots of Ian Rankin’s Inspector Rebus murder mysteries. The pub the main character frequents is a real establishment you can visit on a journey to the Scottish capital but The Oxford Pub doesn’t have a clever name.
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
FOAF is much less sinister than FOTDIAFOM.
I lit up from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around
Set out running but I'll take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I just might get some sleep tonight . . .
I lit up from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around
Set out running but I'll take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I just might get some sleep tonight . . .
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Nights In White Satin was the first successful single released by The Moody Blues from their groundbreaking prog rock album Days of Future Passed.
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Plead the 5th when you know any truthful answer to the prosecutor will get you in even more hot water.
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
Watermelon kombucha lurks somewhere in my refrigerator.
Rafa.the.Magnificent
G.O.A.T.
Refrigerator is the proper name for the modern contraption that keeps our edibles cool, but I always have and always will call it an ice box.
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Boxing Day is celebrated on December 26 every year in the U.K. and its celebration originated as a day for the working class to receive a box containing gratuities from the upper class gentry they served. It was customary for servants in large households to receive a day off after Christmas Day’s heavy workload to visit their own families and many would arrive to their more humble celebration bearing a box containing food and clothing and a bit of cash for the pub crawl that evening.
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
Is that a Southern term?
For some reason, I find this depressing. I have an image of these people getting a box of leftovers.
Evenings call for penetration that the city sleeps to hide.
Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evening
That the city sleeps to hide
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Hide and seek in Hyde Park with girlfriend Chrissie Hynde might have been on Ray Davies’ Things To Do Today lists in the early 80s, right after lazing on a sunny afternoon, which was on his list all the way back to the 60s London swinging scene.
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
Scene from "Pulp Fiction":
EXT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S – NIGHT
In the past six years, 50's diners have sprung up all over
L.A., giving Thai restaurants a run for their money. They're
all basically the same. Decor out of an "Archie" comic book,
Golden Oldies constantly emanating from a bubbly Wurlitzer,
saucy waitresses in bobby socks, menus with items like the
Fats Domino Cheeseburger, or the Wolfman Jack Omelet, and
over prices that pay for all this ********.
But then there's JACKRABBIT SLIM'S, the big mama of 50's
diners.
Either the best or the worst, depending on your point of
view.
Vincent's Malibu pulls up to the restaurant. A big sign with
a neon figure of a cartoon surly cool cat jackrabbit in a
red windbreaker towers over the establishment. Underneath
the cartoon is the name: JACKRABBIT SLIM'S. Underneath that
is the slogan: "Next best thing to a time machine."
VINCENT
What the **** is this place?
MIA
This is Jackrabbit Slim's. An Elvis
man should love it.
VINCENT
Come on, Mia, let's go get a steak.
MIA
You can get a steak here, daddy-o.
Don't be a...
Mia draws a square with her hands. Dotted lines appear on
the screen, forming a sqaure. The lines disperse.
VINCENT
After you, kitty-cat.
INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S – NIGHT
Compared to the interior, the exterior was that of a quaint
English pub. Posters from 50's A.I.P. movies are all over
the wall
("ROCK ALL NIGHT," "HIGH SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL," "ATTACK OF
THE CRAB MONSTER," and "MACHINE GUN KELLY"). The booths that
the patrons sit in are made out of the cut up bodies of 50s
cars.
In the middle of the restaurant in a dance floor. A big sign
on the wall states, "No shoes allowed." Some wannabe beboppers
(actually Melrose-types), do the twist in their socks or
barefeet.
The picture windows don't look out the street, but instead,
B & W movies of 50's street scenes play behind them. The
WAITRESSES and WAITERS are made up as replicas of 50's icons:
MARILYN MONROE, ZORRO, JAMES DEAN, DONNA REED, MARTIN and
LEWIS, and THE PHILIP MORRIS MIDGET, wait on tables wearing
appropriate costumes.
Vincent and Mia study the menu in a booth made out of a red
'59 Edsel. BUDDY HOLLY (their waiter), comes over, sporting
a big button on his chest that says: "Hi I'm Buddy, pleasing
you please me."
BUDDY
Hi, I'm Buddy, what can I get'cha?
VINCENT
I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak.
BUDDY
How d'ya want it, burnt to a crisp,
or bloody as hell?
VINCENT
Bloody as hell. And to drink, a
vanilla coke.
BUDDY
How 'bout you, Peggy Sue?
MIA
I'll have the Durwood Kirby burger –
bloody – and a five-dollar shake.
BUDDY
How d'ya want that shake, Martin and
Lewis, or Amos and Andy?
MIA
Martin and Lewis.
VINCENT
Did you just order a five-dollar
shake?
MIA
Sure did.
VINCENT
A shake? Milk and ice cream?
MIA
Uh-huh.
VINCENT
It costs five dollars?
BUDDY
Yep.
VINCENT
You don't put bourbon in it or
anything?
BUDDY
Nope.
VINCENT
Just checking.
Buddy exits.
EXT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S – NIGHT
In the past six years, 50's diners have sprung up all over
L.A., giving Thai restaurants a run for their money. They're
all basically the same. Decor out of an "Archie" comic book,
Golden Oldies constantly emanating from a bubbly Wurlitzer,
saucy waitresses in bobby socks, menus with items like the
Fats Domino Cheeseburger, or the Wolfman Jack Omelet, and
over prices that pay for all this ********.
But then there's JACKRABBIT SLIM'S, the big mama of 50's
diners.
Either the best or the worst, depending on your point of
view.
Vincent's Malibu pulls up to the restaurant. A big sign with
a neon figure of a cartoon surly cool cat jackrabbit in a
red windbreaker towers over the establishment. Underneath
the cartoon is the name: JACKRABBIT SLIM'S. Underneath that
is the slogan: "Next best thing to a time machine."
VINCENT
What the **** is this place?
MIA
This is Jackrabbit Slim's. An Elvis
man should love it.
VINCENT
Come on, Mia, let's go get a steak.
MIA
You can get a steak here, daddy-o.
Don't be a...
Mia draws a square with her hands. Dotted lines appear on
the screen, forming a sqaure. The lines disperse.
VINCENT
After you, kitty-cat.
INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S – NIGHT
Compared to the interior, the exterior was that of a quaint
English pub. Posters from 50's A.I.P. movies are all over
the wall
("ROCK ALL NIGHT," "HIGH SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL," "ATTACK OF
THE CRAB MONSTER," and "MACHINE GUN KELLY"). The booths that
the patrons sit in are made out of the cut up bodies of 50s
cars.
In the middle of the restaurant in a dance floor. A big sign
on the wall states, "No shoes allowed." Some wannabe beboppers
(actually Melrose-types), do the twist in their socks or
barefeet.
The picture windows don't look out the street, but instead,
B & W movies of 50's street scenes play behind them. The
WAITRESSES and WAITERS are made up as replicas of 50's icons:
MARILYN MONROE, ZORRO, JAMES DEAN, DONNA REED, MARTIN and
LEWIS, and THE PHILIP MORRIS MIDGET, wait on tables wearing
appropriate costumes.
Vincent and Mia study the menu in a booth made out of a red
'59 Edsel. BUDDY HOLLY (their waiter), comes over, sporting
a big button on his chest that says: "Hi I'm Buddy, pleasing
you please me."
BUDDY
Hi, I'm Buddy, what can I get'cha?
VINCENT
I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak.
BUDDY
How d'ya want it, burnt to a crisp,
or bloody as hell?
VINCENT
Bloody as hell. And to drink, a
vanilla coke.
BUDDY
How 'bout you, Peggy Sue?
MIA
I'll have the Durwood Kirby burger –
bloody – and a five-dollar shake.
BUDDY
How d'ya want that shake, Martin and
Lewis, or Amos and Andy?
MIA
Martin and Lewis.
VINCENT
Did you just order a five-dollar
shake?
MIA
Sure did.
VINCENT
A shake? Milk and ice cream?
MIA
Uh-huh.
VINCENT
It costs five dollars?
BUDDY
Yep.
VINCENT
You don't put bourbon in it or
anything?
BUDDY
Nope.
VINCENT
Just checking.
Buddy exits.
stringertom
Bionic Poster
A buddy exit, aka bromance breakup, was avoided in the final scene of Casablanca, when the audience sees Rick and Captain Renault walk away together across the foggy airport tarmac chirping optimistically to each other about the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Rafa.the.Magnificent
G.O.A.T.
Not that I know of, Mike, ice box is just a very, very old term!
A beautiful friendship is exactly what I have with my irreplaceable husband; I am fabulously lucky!
Mike Bulgakov
G.O.A.T.
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a . . .
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night, City of Night
City of Night, City of Night
L.A. woman, L.A. woman
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blues, into your blues!
I see your hair is burning
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Driving down your freeways
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman so alone
So alone, so alone, so alone
Motel money murder-madness
[Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Whoa, oh yeah
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Lights?
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night, City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, whoa, c'mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, you're my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman c'mon
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a . . .
. . . lucky little lady in the City of Light?
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night, City of Night
City of Night, City of Night
L.A. woman, L.A. woman
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blues, into your blues!
I see your hair is burning
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Driving down your freeways
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman so alone
So alone, so alone, so alone
Motel money murder-madness
[Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Whoa, oh yeah
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Lights?
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night, City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, whoa, c'mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, you're my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman c'mon
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Cum On Feel The Noize by Slade, 70s British metal band and covered by 80s hair band Quiet Riot.
Rafa.the.Magnificent
G.O.A.T.
Riotous crowds sometimes seem to be having a jolly good time rather than acting such a way due to moral outrage.
stringertom
Bionic Poster
Outrage is part of one of TTW’s classic memes started to protest The Nadal being assigned to Lenglen instead of Chatrier for an early round match at the French Open. Its longevity is due to the poor grammar used in the thread title.
stringertom
Bionic Poster
In The Heat Of The Night gave Rod Steiger a chance to show his great range as an actor, portraying a small town Southern sheriff with obvious tendencies to engage in racial bigotry. This role followed his performances in The Pawnbroker in which he portrayed a Holocaust survivor who owned a pawn shop in Harlem and Dr. Zhivago in which he portrayed a cynical Russian aristocrat attempting to survive the Russian Revolution.
