I don't known if I heard right but Knox picked up on it too!!!

Now I don't know if I read it right, or if it was just an off hand comment or what the fuck, but I think I heard a certain law professor would be happy to go to dinner and see Gran Torino with a certain horny commenter of ours. Go for it big guy.

Just bring some supplies. Breath mints. Condoms. A stun gun. A video camera.

Good luck.

Hey I love feathers!

Colorado Ryan: How'd you come out with Burdette?

John T. Chance: He wanted to talk to his brother.

Colorado Ryan: What'd he have to say?

John T. Chance: Nothing.

Colorado Ryan: You mean he didn't say anything?

John T. Chance: Why are you so interested?

Colorado Ryan: Because he's talkin' now. Hear that music? He told the man to play it.

John T. Chance: What is it?

Colorado Ryan: Well, they call it the "De Guello"... the cutthroat song. The Mexicans played it for those Texas boys when they had 'em bottled up in the Alamo.

John T. Chance: Yeah.

Colorado Ryan: Played it day and night 'til it was all over. Now do you know what he means by it?

John T. Chance: No quarter. No mercy for the loser.

Colorado Ryan: You'll be hearin' a lot of it.

John T. Chance: I guess we made him talk after all.

(Rio Bravo, 1959)

Here is Jane as you remember her.

Here is Jane as we remember her in "The Outlaw." I just wanted to get back to busty brunettes so as not to freak out knox too much.

You have to be consistent when you are trying to build a brand name, ya know what I mean.

Grusinskaya and Peggy have no mail?

Grusinskaya (bursts into their suite, with a vein pulsing in her neck): What have you done you stuttering strumpet? Where is my mail? I have not received a single letter in several days. Where are the sweat stained pleas for my attention from the gibbering masses?

Miss Peggy Noonan: (cowering on a settee, holding a whimpering dog): I fear that most of your correspondents have found a new muse.
Grusinskaya: WHAT! THAT IS A LIE YOU PASTY FACED PUSTLE!

Miss Peggy Noonan: I am afraid that is true my love. They are enamored with the fecund strumpet with the idiot child. She rides in men’s breeches and shoots the moose. It is most unladylike. But I am afraid they find it most enticing.

Grusinskaya: They would never choose such a person over me. I am their muse. I am their Queen. They are devoted to me. To me do you hear!
Miss Peggy Noonan: I am afraid it is true. She is most unpopular in certain parts of the village. The anarchists and the syndalicist hate her. But all of your former correspondents leap to her defense. That callow young law student who is always mooning over you. That foolish old man who has the dress shop. Even the rotund fop with the pendulous breasts who reeks of bad perfume and who is light in his loafers. They all leap to her defense and sadly ignore their duty to do homage to you.

Grusinskaya: You blowsy bitch, you lie, they would never favor another over me…I will show you (She jumps across the table and begins to throttle the albino opinion maker)
Miss Peggy Noonan:PLLEEAAASSSEE SSSSTTTOOOOPPPPP!!!! (Cough, gasp, rattle)

Grusinskaya: Shut up you pervert…you know you are enjoying this
Miss Peggy Noonan: Yooouu onlllly hurtttt meeee cccaaauuuse yoooouuu loooovvve meeeeee (She falls unconscious as her nipples come fully erect and her shift becomes damp).
Baron Felix von Geigern dog; Woof!
(Grand Hotel, 1932)

Cat fight at Althouse

The girls at Althouse are mixing it up about Sarah Palin and it is a lot of fun. The claws are coming out over this one. Plus the number of comments on threads about her are unbelievable. I just wish if they are going to tussle like that, we could get some mud or jello or something into the mix.