I’m not kidding when I say these are some of the best and most beautiful end credits I’ve seen in a while.
Moved me in a way I couldn’t have anticipated and I can’t even fully articulate why.
Shaq: what he do chuck
Chuck: he turned him self into a pickle
Earnie: a what?
Kenny: a pickle
Shaq: your ass would have eaten him chuck
Chuck: I get it. I wouldnt wanna go to therapy either man
Shaq: i know you eating that pickle chuck
In America I ordered a milkshake and the young man turned it upside down over my head.
I did not move. A samurai does not flinch, even when the ice cream is above him and gravity is the law.
Nothing fell.
The cup hung there, upside down, defying the sky, and the boy held it over me with the calm of a man who has done this ten thousand times and buried his fear long ago.
This is the Blizzard. This is Dairy Queen.
If it falls, they told me, you get it free.
I understood at once. This was not dessert. This was an ordeal.
The boy was not showing off. He was swearing an oath, with his own arm, that he had made the thing thick enough to hang against the earth, and he was betting the price of it on his honor.
The flip is not a trick.
It is a vow.
In my land a smith proved his blade by cutting.
Here a boy of seventeen proves his by turning it over a stranger's head and looking him in the eye while the whole line waits to see if he lied.
He did not lie.
He set it upright, handed it to me, and said "there you go, man," then turned to the next customer as if he had not just gambled his good name across a counter.
I tipped him everything in my pocket.
He tried to give it back. He said it was just a Blizzard.
I told him it was not just a Blizzard.
I could not explain the rest in English, and there was a line, and he was busy.
So I bowed instead.
He said, "You too, man."
That answered nothing I had said.
It answered everything I had felt.
Once brought a man under the bridge and waited for the train to pass above so I could shoot him without being heard. I didn't realize all services had been cancelled that night. We were down there so long we resolved all of our differences
Feel like pure shit gonna drive from Boston to Worcester on the Mass Pike to see how it feels to be a failed Red Sox starting pitcher being sent down to the minor leagues
rewatching Andor and it remains a small miracle that dog-brained Lucasfilm gave Tony Gilroy $600M to make a show about institutional rot, the glacial pace of resistance, and the crushing human toll of a revolution that virtually all of its soldiers will never see the fruits of