Monday, November 22, 2010

Movie Mania Monday - Don't call me Shirley

It's been quite the journey this past week, kids.  Who knew car batteries could be so expensive, or so heavy?  I could make some vague dark matter jokes that only the sci-fi geeks among us would understand, but I won't bother.

As a result of my dead car in the driveway on a day I was scheduled to drive to West Virginia, I had to rent a car.  That's right kids, not only do you get a movie quote to guess upon, but you get a coveted Rental Car Review!

I have mixed feelings about Ford products.  You may have realized that here or here or here.  You may also have heard me refer to Ford Explorers as 'Exploders' more than once.  But since beggars shouldn't be choosers, and the local agency only had one car available, Exploder it was.  Charcoal gray with a black interior, very few options and quite plain looking.  Inconspicuous is probably good, though, and somehow driving my large car with Florida plates through rural West Virginia didn't feel like a good idea, anyway.  

The Explorer had a very non-ergonomic seat, and my butt was sore.  The headrest pitched forward at a 45-degree angle, and since I don't have scoliosis (I was tested when I was nine) that doesn't complement the natural angle of my neck.  However, for a truck equipped with four-wheel-drive, I thought it pulled in some reasonable mileage.  It was quick, confident on the winding mountain roads, and the headlamps gave me enough light to see where I was going, not something all cars can say.  Truly, if I could have fitted a GM seat and steering column to this, it would get an A+.  However, as it stands, we only get a B-.  

Staying at a historic rural inn, one that's been in operation since 1839, one would expect the food to be exceptional and authentic.  Biscuits and gravy?  Yes, please.  However, when home-made is made by someone who doesn't normally make gravy, the results are quite sad.  It was simply undercooked, runny and smelled and tasted of raw flour.  Not the thick, beautiful gravy that even I, an unabashed northern boy, can make with ease.  The only thing that rivaled my disappointment over that was the hard, pre-made biscuit. Pilsbury tube biscuits are better.  Sad, sad, sad.

Now, onto our raison d'etre.  As always, rules.  No Google or other web searches, you should know the quote by yourself. This should be the original source of the quote as well, no characters quoting other movies, and certainly no movies within movies. Should you guess the quote correctly, you'll win the people's fame and ovation forever, along with the title of 'Iron Quote Guesser', along with all associated accolades. Now, onto the quote of the week:

We should always believe children. We should even believe their lies.  

Allez guessing!


Flame said...

Oh Elliott! I would make you some sausage gravy that would restore your faith (see what I did there?) in humankind. The next time we meet, whether it's Erik and I coming up there, or you and Lori coming down here, I will make sausage gravy for you. I'm sorry you had to suffer through a bad batch.

Bev said...

Bummer about your car battery AND about the yucky breakfast! I'm as northern as they come, but I've gotta say that I make a pretty decent gravy. I don't make biscuits often, but have faith that I could do better than Pillsbury out of principle alone!

I don't know the quote. Nope, not even a little bit.

But Happy early Turkey Day!

MJenks said...

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

Thanks to buying a heavily used car as my first ride and my wife having no idea that "regular" and "maintenance" are two words that are and should be strung together, quite often, in fact, when dealing with cars, I've gotten pretty adept at removing, installing and smiling gleefully as the car turns over after with the new battery.

The batteries are heavy, however, thanks to all the lead(II) sulfate hanging out in that mysterious solution called "battery acid".

Elliott said...

Jenks, I'm normally quite good at battery removal and replacement. However, thanks to 'efficient weight distribution' I first had to yank out the back seat of the car and work around the wires still connecting the seat cushion to the car. At least I followed that standard safety mantra and lifted with my back instead of my legs.

Bev, Faith, either of you can make gravy for me any time. Mmmm, gravy.

Nej said...

We just sold our Exploder this year. We've called it that for 10 years. How funny, thought we were the only ones. :-) :-)

Ms said...

The 5000 Fingers of Dr. T.

I'm starting to wonder if we're not kindred spirits, given the fact that we both can drag up obscure quotes from obscure movies.

Be nice and share!

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