“So are you going to see MirrorMask?”
“Of course. You know, Roger Ebert only gave it two stars, but I really should see it for myself before calling him a big fat idiot.”
“Probably a good idea.”
“I mean, I do admire his writing style, but he gave the Kids in the Hall movie one star. I mean, one star. Come on now.”
“Yeah, I didn’t go see that, because the critics panned it.”
“Well, there you go then. They’re idiots. I saw it three times and laughed like a stuck drain.”
“Critics don’t like quirky films, really. Just give them something artsy and pretentious and European.”
“The Emperor’s New Celluloid.”
(blank look)
“The Emperor’s New Cellu—”
“Yes, I got it.”
“Okay.”
“I did get the reference.”
“Okay then.”
“Like the little boy shouting—”
“Wasn’t it a girl?”
“—the little boy shouting, ‘the Emperor’s wearing crap!’”
“The Emperor was naked.”
“I know, I was pretending to be the little boy in the theatre.”
“What little boy?”
“The little boy in the theatre shouting— the boy shouting the Emperor was— that it’s crap.”
“Oh. I see. It was a Joke. Ha. Ha. Ha.”
“Okay, okay… jeez, doesn’t know where to put commas, doesn’t know when to laugh…”
“Yeah, well, I know when you’re being autobiographical.”
(long pause)
“Trees are pretty.”
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