A story about me
Howwwll, which ways beech, i need fresh meat. Tis never to late to be just in time.
The Dude: Walter, what is the point? Look, we all know who is at fault here, what the fuck are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: Huh? No, what the fuck are you… I’m not… We’re talking about unchecked aggression here, dude.
Donny: What the fuck is he talking about?
The Dude: My rug.
Walter Sobchak: Forget it, Donny, you’re out of your element!
The Dude: Walter, the chinaman who peed on my rug, I can’t go give him a bill, so what the fuck are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about? The chinaman is not the issue here, dude. I’m talking about drawing a line in the sand, dude. Across this line, you DO NOT… Also, dude, chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please.
The Dude: Jeez, Walter, I’m not talking about the guys who built the fucking railroad here.
Howwwll, which ways beech, i need fresh meat. Tis never to late to be just in time.
HI: What kind of name is Ed for a pretty thing like
you?
ED: Short for Edwinna. Turn to the right!
Hi obliges, but still looks at ED Out of the corner of his eye.HI: You’re a flower, you are. just a little desert flower.
FLASHOn his eye-skewed profile.HI: Lemme know how those come out.
VOICE-OVER: I was in for writing hot checks which,
when businessmen do it, is called an overdraft. I’m not
complainin’, mind you; just sayin’ there ain’t no pancake
so thin it ain’t got two sides. Now prison life is very
structured-more than most people care for …
OK, I could have met Joel and Ethan Coen. We were at UT in the same time. We were even in the same freaking college (which isn’t saying a lot because the College of Communications at UT is pretty large). We hung out with the same people for gosh sakes, including a lot of people who worked on Blood Simple. They studied filmmaking. I hung around with the film students and was sometimes mistaken for one.
Sigh! The things that coulda been!